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MATERNAL    ASSOCIATIONS, 

AND  FOR 

Special  Occasions 

OF 

SOCIAL  AND  PRIVATE  WORSHIP. 


RY  THOMAS  HASTINGS. 


NEW  YORK: 

PUBLISHED  BY   EZRA    COLLIER. 

148  NASSAU  STREET. 

1836. 


[Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the 
year  1«34,  by  John  P.  Haven,  in  the  Clerk's 
office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Southern 
District  of  New  York.1 


Stereotyped  by  Conner  &  Cooke. 


PREFACE. 


The  gTeat  want  of  Hymns,  of  a  devotional 
character,  suitable  fr>  be  sung  at  the  meetings  of 
maternal  associations,  first  suggested  the  idea 
of  the  present  publication.  The  plan  of  it  waa 
afterwards  so  enlarged,  as  to  embrace  a  variety 
of  Hymns  for  social  and  private  use.  A  few  of 
them,  written  by  different  hands,  are  now,  for 
the  first  time,  given  to  the  public.  The  Hymns 
are  arranged  under  distinct  heads,  for  the  greater 
convenience  of  selection;  and  a  few  very  plain 
tunes  are  referred  to,  as  general  specimens  of 
adaptation. 

The  reader  will  be  pleased  to  leam,  that  the- 
Hymns  under  the  signature  R.,  are  from  the 
pen  of  Rev.  Dr.  Andrew  Reed,  of  London,  one 
of  the  English  delegates,  whose  visit  to  this 
country,  the  year  past,  has  afforded  so  much 
gratification  to  American  Christians. 

New  York,  Nov.,  1834. 


TO 
ALL  CHRISTIAN  MOTHERS 

AND  ESPECIALLY 
TO  THE  NUMEROUS  AND  INTERESTING 

Maternal    Associations 

OF  THE 

UNITED  STATES, 
THIS  LITTLE  VOLUME 

IS  MOST  RESPECTFULLY  DEDICATED, 

With  the  hope 
That  it  may  contribute 

TO  THE 

Spiritual  Edification  of  Parents  and  Children 
of  the  present  Generation. 

THE  COMPILER. 


5 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Again  the  Lord  of  life  arid  light,   .    . 
Alas,  how  cbang'd  that  lovely  flower, 
Almighty  God  I'm  very  HI,    .... 
Almighty  God  thy  piercing  eye,     .    . 
Almighty  God  while  earth  and  heav'n, 
And  now  while  daylight  closed,    .    .    , 
At  length  the  opening  spring  has  come 
Before  thy  footstool  kneeling,   .    .    . 
Behold  what  condescending  love, 
Blessings  attend  thee,  little  one,  . 
Blest  are  ihe  souls  that  hear  and  know 
Biest  be  the  tie  that  binds,    .... 
Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  aspires, 
Children  listen  to  the  Lord,  .... 
Come  Holy  Spirit,  come,       .... 
Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove,    . 
Coine,  let  us  join  ourselves  to  God,  . 
Come,  let  us  sink"  our  harps  afresh, 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  come,    .     .    . 
Dear  Lord,  before  thy  throne,    .     .    . 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul,      .    . 
Dear  Saviour,  aUend  to  my  prayer,  . 
Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray. 
Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
Disdain  not,  0  eternal  King,      .... 
Encourage  my  heart  with  thy  smile, 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee; 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 
For  a  season  calPd  to  part,      .    . 
Forbid  them  not,  the  Savior  cried, 
Forbid  them  not  to  come,      .     .    . 
Gentle  stranger,  fearless  come,     . 
Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 
Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,      •    . 
God  of  mercy  hear  our  prayer, 
God  of  the  nations,  bow  thine  ear, 
Grant  us  wisdom,  gracious  Lord,  . 
Great  God,  now  condescend,    .    . 
Great  God,  we  would  to  thee  make  known 
Great  God,  with  heart  and  tongue,    . 
Hast  thou  lost  a  child  most  precious, 
How  did  the  pious  Abra'm  pray,   .    . 
How  fierce  the  lightning  blazes,    .    . 
How  frail  are  these  bodies  of  clay,    . 
How  great  the  mercies  from  above,  . 
How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord,  .    .    . 
How  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
How  sweet  on  thy  bosom  to  rest, 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

How  tender  is  thy  hand 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,  .  . 
In  this  calm,  impressive  hour,  .  . 
I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree,  .  . 
I  thank  the  Lord  who  lives  on  high, 
It  is  the  Lord,  my  soul  be  still,      . 


Hymn 
15 

104 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 

I  was  a  groveling  creature  once,   . 
Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet,  . 
Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 
Kindly  the  Lord  appear'd,    .    .  „ 
Know  my  soul  thy  full  salvation, 
Lite  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour,  .    . 
Long  as  he  lives,  he  shall  he  thine, 
Look  back,  my  soul,  what  hast  thou 
Lord,  assist  us  by  thy  grace,     .    . 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Lord,  I  confess  before  thy  face,     . 
Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee,      .    . 
Lord  of  the  sabbath,  thee  we  praise 
Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 
Lord,  we  bow  with  deep  contrition, 
Mother  bids  thee,  lovely  stranger, 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love, 
My  God,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love, 
My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
My  God,  thy  service  well  demands, 
My  heav'nly  Father,  I  confess, 
My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard,     .     .     . 
Now  condescend,  Almighty  King, 
Now  from  labor  and  from  care,    . 
Now,  O  Lord,  to  thee  siibmittisg, 
O  for  a  cioser  walk  with  God, 

O  God  of  Abr'am,  hear 

O  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul      .    . 
O  lend  me  the  wings  of  a  dove,    . 


done. 


8  INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 

O  Lord  behold  us  at  thy  feet,    . 
O  Lord,  encourag'd  by  thy  grace, 
O  Lord.  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil,  . 
O  Lord  of  sovereign  grace,    .    . 
One  family  we  dwell  in  him,    . 
On  rhee,  each  morning,  0  my  God, 
O  strange  infirmity  to  think,     . 
O  that  I  could  forever  dwell,    . 
O  thou  that  art  the  widow's  God, 
O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
"Out  of  the  mouth  of  infancy,    . 
O  what  is  earthly  pleasure,  .    . 
O  ye  mourners  cease  to  languish, 
Rejoice  in  the  Lord,     .... 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me,      .    . 
Say,  while  you  press  with  growing  love 
See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 

Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower, 
Soft  and  holy  is  the  place,  ... 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day,  .  . 
Sweet  fruits  afflictions  bring,  .  . 
Sweet  is  the  iasi,  the  parting  ray, 
Swift  as  the  winged  arrow  flies,  . 
The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge, 
The  hour  of  deep  solitude,    .    .    • 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 
There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God. 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


pray, 


The  relics  of  departed  worth, 
The  rosy  light  is  dawning,    . 
The  Savior  bids  us  watch  and 
The  Saviour  kindly  calls,     . 
The  song  of  gratitude  I'll  raise 
Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace, 
Though  we  are  simple,  weak  and  youn 
Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight,    .    , 
Thou.  O  Lord,  didst  hear  my  cry,      .    , 
Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Thy  name,  almighty  Lord,    .... 
To  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope,  .    . 
To  thee,  my  God,  my  heart  shall  bring, 
To  thee,  when  call'd  awhile  to  part, 
Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord,     .    . 
Wake,  mothers  of  Israel,  &c    .    .    . 
Weep  not  fur  the  saint  that  ascends, 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 

When  the  heart  is  sad  within,  .    .    . 
When  the  vale  of  dealh  appears, 
When  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord, 
Wherever  two  or  three  may  meet,    . 

While  here  I  sit, 

Why  lament  the  Christian  dying, 
Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  wo, 
Why  when  storms  around  von  gather, 
Within  these  quiet  walls,  0  Lord,    . 
Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
Yes,  there  is  one  above  who  knows, 


9 

Hymn 
90 

11 
119 


CONTENTS. 


The  Hymns  of  this  volume  are  arranged  un- 
der the  following  general  heads 


1.  Family  Devotion, 

2.  Seasons  of  Peril, 

3.  Recovery  from  Sickness 

4.  Births, 

5.  Dedication  of  Children, 

6.  Instruction, 

7.  Maternal  Meetings, 

8.  Early  Piety, 

9.  Sickness,    - 

10.  Death, 

11.  Hymns  of  Consolation, 

12.  Miscellaneous, 

13.  Doxologies, 


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FAMILY  DEVOTION. 

I.Sevens — Nurernburgh,  "Rock  of  Ages. 
Morning. 

1  In  this  calm,  impressive  hour, 
Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high ; 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  power, 

Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry  : 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ,  thy  Son. 

2  With  this  morning's  early  ray, 
While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 

Let  thy  beams  of  life  convey 

Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart : 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

3  Oh !  what  joy  that  word  affords — 
'Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth.' 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
Send  thy  gospel  heralds  forth : 


12  FAMILY   DEVOTION. 

Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 
Usher  in  the  glorious  day. — S.  Songs. 

58  .Sevens — Nurcmburgh,  "Rock  of  Ages. 
Evening. 

1  Now  from  labor  and  from  care 
Evening  shades  have  set  me  free ; 

In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee  : 
Oh  !  behold  me  frcm  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Savior's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo, 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys ; 

Nought  can  charm  me  here  below 

But  my  Savior's  melting  voice: 
Lord,  forgive,  thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  Gospel's  cheering  ray, 
For  the  spirit's  quick'ning  power, 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  13 

Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise  ; 

Oh !  accept  my  song  of  praise. — S.  Songs. 

3.  S.  M.— Clapton,  Watchman,  St.  Tho- 
mas, Shirland. 
Morning. 

ASKING  FOR  SPIMTCAL  LIGHT. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
Thou  Day-star  from  on  high! 

The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  let  tby  rising  beams 
Dispel  Che  shades  of  night; 

And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Come  like  the  morning  light. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now! 
How  dark  and  sad  before  ! — 

With  joy  we  viewtiie  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 


14  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last. — Meth.  Coll. 

4.  Sevens — Pleyel's  Hymn,  German  Air. 

Evening. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

Epis.  Coll 

5.  Sevens — Pleyel's  Hymn,  German  Air. 

Morning. 

1  Thou,  O  Lord,  didst  hear  my  cry, 
Thy  protecting  hand  was  nigh  ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  didst  shed 
On  my  weary,  drooping  head 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  15 

2  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return.— Alton. 

6.  S.  M.—  Watchman,  Clapton,  Shirland. 
Morning. 

1  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  : 

1  slept — and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

2  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 
This  weak,  defenceless  frame 

But  whence  these  favors,  Loi-d,  to  roe, 
All  worthless  as  I  am? 

3  Oh  !  how  shall  I  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 


16  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  : 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 

A  long  eternity. — Dwight. 

7.     C.  M. — Retirement,   Remembrance, 

Barby. 

Evening. 

THANKS  AND  CONFESSION. 

1  How  great  the  mercies  from  above, 
That  compass  me  around  ; 

But  oh  !  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found. 

2  "What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 
To  save  my  wretched  soul  % 

How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

3  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 
To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 

And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 


FAMILY  DEVOTION.  17 

4  Sprinkled  afresh  by  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest  ; 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Savior's  breast. — Anon. 

8.    7's  &  6's.— "  From  Greenland's  Icy 

Mountains. " 

Evening. 

Song  of  Redeeming  Mercy. 

1  And  now,  while  daylight  closes, 
To  bring  the  hour  of  rest, 

My  spirit  soft  reposes 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast  : 
While  on  his  aid  relying, 

I  shall  not  yield  to  fear ; 
Living,  or  dead,  o.r  dying, 

A  Savior  still  is  near. 

2  lie  saw  my  soul  in  danger, 
Ere  yet  I  knew  his  grace ; 

A.nd  bade  me,  once  a  stranger 
Behold  his  smiling  face : 
2 


18  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

My  heart  for  sin  was  mourning, 

I  pray'd  to  be  forgiven ; 
And  soon  to  Jesus  turning, 

I  felt  the  joys  of  heaven. 

3  He  took  away  my  sadness, 

And  fill'd  my  Soul  with  hope  ; 
Oh  !  then,  with  songs  of  gladness. 

My  heart  was  lifted  up : — 
Since  then,  I  love  and  fear  him, 

His  blessing  I  implore  ; 
And  daily  I  draw  near  him, 

And  feel  his  saving  power 

9.  C.  M. — Retirement,  Rochester,  1 
borough,  Remembrance. 
Morning  or  Evening. 

1  On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 
My  waking  thoughts  attend ; 

In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  19 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 
Thy  boundless  love  surveys ; 

And  fir'd  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 
With  his  protection  blest, 

In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 
My  wearied  limbs  to  rest 

4  My  spirit,  in  his  hand,  serene, 
Fears  no  approaching  ill : 

For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still.— Anon. 

TO.  L.  M.—Uxbridge,  Duke- Street,  Sea 

sons. 

Evening  and.  Morning. 

1  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 

Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 


5JU  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days : 

Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Watte. 

11.  7's  &  6's. — "From  Greenland's  Icy 

Mountains." 

A  Bright  Sabbath  Morning. 

1  The  rosy  light  is  dawning 
Upon  the  mountain's  brow; 

It  is  the  Sabbath  morning- 
Arise  and  pay  thy  vow. 

Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven 
In  sacred  praise  and  prayer, 

While  unto  thee  is  given 
The  light  of  life  to  share, 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  31 

2  The  landscape  lately  shrouded 

By  evening's  paler  ray, 
Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 

Before  the  eye  of  day  : 
So  let  our  souls,  benighted 

Too  long  in  folly's  shade, 
By  thy  kind  smiles  be  lighted 

To  joys  that  never  fade. 
8  O  see  those  waters,  streaming 

In  crystal  purity  ; 
While  earth  with  verdure  teeming, 

Gives  rapture  to  the  eye  ! 
Let  rivers  of  salvation 

In  larger  currents  flow, 
'Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  nation 

Their  healing  virtues  know. 

13.  CM.— Retirement,  Dundee,  Barby. 
Sabbath.  Moraiing. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 


22  FAMILY  DEVOTION. 

Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  Oh !  what  anight  was  that  which  wrapt 
A  sinful  world  in  gloom  ! 

Oh  !  what  a  Son,  who  broke,  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
And  loud  hosannas  sung  : 

Let  gladness  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  praise  on  ev'ry  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 

"Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. — Barbauld. 

13.  LM- Park-street,  Rothwell,  Luton. 
Sabbath.  Evening  Praise. 

t  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  thee  we  praise 
For  all  these  holy,  happy  days, 


FAMILY  DEVOTION.  23 

To  dying  man  in  mercy  giv'n, 

As  foretastes  of  the  bliss  of  heav'n. 

2  We  thank  thee  for  the  morning  light, 
Follow'd  by  hours  divinely  bright ; 
We  thank  thee  for  the  evening  shade, 
For  solemn  meditation  made. 

3  We  thank  thee  for  that  blest  abode, 
The  temple  of  the  living  God ! 

We  thank  thee  for  the  precious  word 
And  ordinances  of  the  Lord. 

4  But  oh !  what  praise  to  thee  is  due, 
That  we  are  taught  by  faith  to  view 
A  Savior,  "  crucified  and  slain," 
Waking  from  death,  on  high  to  reign. 

5  O  Savior  God,  to  whom  are  giv'n 

The  realms  of  earth,  the  hosts  of  heav'n. 
Before  thy  glorious  throne  we  fall, 
And  worship  thee  as  Lord  of  all. 


24  FAMILY  DEVOTION. 

14.  L.  M. (6  lines}— Pastoral  Hymn, 

Wesley  ChapeL 

For  those  who  regard  Saturday 

EveJiing  as  Holy  Time. 

1  Sweet  is  the  last,  the  parting  ray, 
That  ushers  placid  evening  in  ; 

When  with  the  still,  expiring  day, 

The  Sabbath's  peaceful  hours  begin : 
How  grateful  to  the  anxious  breast, 
The  sacred  hours  of  holy  rest ! 

2  Hush'd  is  the  tumult  of  the  day, 
And  worldly  cares  and  labors  cease ; 

While  soft  the  vesper  breezes  play, 

To  hymn  the  glad  return  of  peace  :. 
Delightful  season  ;  kindly  giv'n 
To  turn  the  wand'ring  thoughts  to  heav'n. 

3  Oft  as  this  peaceful  hour  shall  come, 
Lord,  raise  my  thoughts  from  earthly 

things : 
And  bear  them  to  my  heav'nly  home 


FAMILY  DEVOTION.  25 

On  faith  and  hope's  celestial  wings  ; 
Till  the  last  gleam  of  life  decay 
In  one  eternal  Sabbath  day. 

15*      C.  M. — Retirement,  Bar  by. 

Secret  Devotion. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 

And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God, 


26  FAMILY  DEVOTION. 

4  Then,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Ker  solitary  lays  j 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her.  song, 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

6  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 
Sweet  source  of  light  divine  ; 

And— all  harmonious  names  in  one- 
Blest  Savior,  thou  art  mine. 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love ; 

And  praise,  a  boundless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  thy  realms  above, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. — Cowper. 

16.  C.  M. — Barby.,  Chester,  Dunchurch. 
Secret  Prayer  at  Twilight. 

I  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care ; 


FAMILY  DEVOTION.  27 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 

Where  none  but  God  is  near. 


3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore  ; 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempest  driv'n. 

5  Thus  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 


28  FAMILY  DEVOTION. 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour 
And  lead  to  endless  day. — Mrs.  Brown 


17.  C.  M.— Remembrance,  Peterborough, 
Barby. 

Cnildren's  Evening  Hymn. 

1  Now  condescend,  Almighty  King, 
To  bless  this  little  throng  ; 

And  kindly  listen  while  we  sing 
Our  pleasant  evening  song. 

2  Brothers  and  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 
Our  lips  together  move ; 

O  smile  upon  this  little  band, 
Unite  our  hearts  in  love. 

3  We  come  to  own  the  power  divine, 
That  watches  o'er  our  days; 

For  this  our  feeble  voices  join, 
To  God  we  give  the  praise. 


SEASONS  OF  PERIL.  29 

4  May  we  in  safety  sleep  to  night, 
From  every  danger  free  ; 

For,  Lord,  the  darkness  and  the  light 
Are  both  alike  to  thee. 

5  And  when  the  rising  sun  displays 
His  cheerful  beams  abroad ; 

Then  shall  our  grateful  morning  lays 
Declare  the  love  of  God.  Anon. 


SEASONS  OF  PERIL. 

18.  C.  WL.—Barby,  Dunchurch,  Dundee. 

Submission  under  Painful  Anti- 
cipations. 

!  The  hoar  of  deep  solicitude, 

O  Lord,  is  drawing  nigh, 
When  sorrows,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Shall  lift  their  waves  en  high. 


30  SEASONS  OF  PERIL. 

2  Oh  !  then  to  feel  thy  powerful  aid, 

To  rest  upon  thine  arm, 
To  have  my  strength  on  Jesus  staid, 
Mid  danger  and  alarm  ! 


3  When  sudden  anguish  weighs  me  down, 

And  I  draw  near  to  death, 
Let  me  not  feel  a  Savior's  frown 

In  every  lab'ring  breath ; 


4  But  let  me  hear  that  gentle  voice 
Which  bids  the  waves  "  be  still ;" 

Which  makes  the  trembling  heart  rejoice, 
Anchor'd  within  the  veil. 


6  Myself  to  thee  I  now  resign ; 

Lord,  let  thy  will  be  done : 
Body  and  spirit  still  are  thine, 

And  thou  art  God  alone. 


SEASONS  OF  PERIL.  31 

19.  8's. — Birmingham^  Ludlow. 
Resignation. 

1  Encourage  my  heart  with  thy  smile, 
My  ever  unchangeable  Friend ; 

Each  season  of  darkness  beguile, 
And  let  me  exult  in  the  end 

2  'Tis  better  to  suffer  and  die 
Beneath  thy  compassionate  rod, 

Than  feel  my  enjoyments  run  high, 
But  never  have  thee  for  my  God. 

iTl  would  not  contend  with  thy  will, 
Whatever  that  will  may  decree  ; 

But  O  may  each  trial  I  feel 
Unite  me  more  firmly  to  thee. 


32  SEASONS  OF  PERIL. 

30. 8's. — Birmingham,  Ludlow,  Solitude. 
A  Promise. 

1  How  sweet  on  thy  bosom  to  rest, 
When  nature's  affliction  is  near  ! 

The  soul  that  can  trust  thee  is  blest, 
Thy  smiles  bring  deliv'rance  from  fear, 

2  The  Lord  has  in  kindness  declar'd, 
That  those  who  will  trust  in  his  name, 

Shall  in  the  sharp  conflict  be  spar'd, 
His  mercy  and  love  to  proclaim. 

3  This  promise  shall  be  to  my  soul 
A  messenger  sent  from  the  skies ; 

An  anchor  when  billows  shall  roll, 
A  refuge  when  tempests  arise. 

4  O  Savior,  the  promise  fulfill, 

Its  comfort  impart  to  my  mind; 

Then  calmly  I'll  bow  to  thy  will — 

To  the  cup  of  affliction  resign'd. 

Searle. 


SEASONS  OP  PERIL.  33 

21.  L.  M. — Luton,  Repose. 

The  Lord  notices  all  our  Sor- 
rows. 

1  Yes,  there  is  One  above  who  knows 
The  griefs  which  in  the  bosom  lie ; 

Interprets  every  tear  that  flows, 
And  reads  the  language  of  a  sigh. 

2  Think  not  the  Lord  from  sorrow's  'plaint 
Will  e'er  avert  a  list'ning  ear ; 

Think  not  that  he,  the  spirit  faint, 
With  his  rich  grace  will  cease  to  cheer. 

3  Rest  then  the  burden  of  your  grief 
On  that  kind  arm  which  never  fails ; 

Trust  in  that  promise  of  relief 
Which  to  the  sorrowing  saint  avails. 

Searle, 


34  SEASONS  OP  PERIL. 

33.  L.C.M.— Courtville,  Warning  Voice. 

Consolations  drawn  from  Past 
Mercies. 

1  O  strange  infirmity,  to  think 
That  he  will  leave  my  soul  to  sink 

In  darkness  and  distress  : 
Who  has  appear'd  in  times  of  old, 
Wlio  sav'd  me  while  the  billows  roll'd, 

And  cheer'd  me  with  his  grace. 

2  What  sweeter  pledge  could  God  bestow, 
Of  help  in  future  scenes  of  wo, 

Than  grace  already  giv'n? 
But  unbelief,  that  hateful  thing, 
Oft  makes  me  sigh,  when  I  should  sing 

Of  confidence  in  heaven.  Searle. 

_  33.  8's&7's— Dismission,  Harvest  Hymn. 
Against  Gloomy  Thoughts. 
1  Why,  when  storms  around  you  gather, 
Should  your  trembling  spirit  sink? 


SEASONS  OP  PERIL.  55 

Look  to  God  your  Heav'nly  Father, 
And  of  his  sweet  promise  think. 


2  Fancy  will  be  often  painting 
Scenes  in  dark  and  fearful  shade  ; 

Yet  why  should  thy  soul  be  fainting, 
Of  prospective  woes  afraid? 


3  Cease  that  dark  anticipation  ; 
Still  let  love  and  faith  abound ; 

For  the  day  of  tribulation, 
Strength  sufficient  will  be  found. 

4  God  is  love,  and  will  not  leave  you, 
When  you  most  his  kindness  need; 

God  is  true,  nor  can  deceive  you, 
Though  your  faith  be  weak  indeed. 

■Searle, 


36  SEASONS  OF  PERIL. 

34.  7's. — German  Hymn. 

Strength,  equal  to  the  Day. 

Deut.  33:35. 

1  Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 

Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 
"As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 
Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 

God  has  promis'd  needful  grace — 
"As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  niay'st  see ; 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief— 
"As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  Ages,  I'm  secure, 
With  thy  promise  full  and  free  ; 

Faithful,  positive,  and  sure, 

'As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 


SEASONS   OF   PERIL.  37 

25.  S.  M.— Aylesbury,  St.  Giles. 
Prayer  for  Help. 

1  Dear  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

Behold  thy  handmaid  fall : 
Wilt  thou  not  hear  the  secret  groan, 

And  listen  when  I  call  1 

8  Oppress'd,  to  thee  I  fly ; 

Thy  promised  help  afford  ; 
No  other  refuge  is  there  nigh, 

But  thine,  Almighty  Lord. 

3  Now,  in  my  low  estate, 
Do  thou  remember  me  ; 

One  smile  my  fear  shall  dissipate, 
And  make  the  darkness  flee. 

4  Stretch  out  thy  powerful  arm, 
On  thee  my  soul  shall  rest ; 

Soeak,  Lord,  and  sweet  will  be  the  calm 
Within  my  anxious  breast.— Sear le. 


38  SEASONS    OP   PERIL. 

26.  S.  M—  St.  Thomas,  Clapton,  Dover, 

Conflict. 

Christian  Courage. 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope  and  be  undisinay'd ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 
He  will  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
The  Lord  will  clear  thy  way  ; 

Wait  thou  on  him,  and  soon  thy  night 
Shall  end  in  joyous  day. — Anon. 

%7.  C.  M. — Dundee,  Chester,  Windsor. 
Grotl  my  Refuge. 

1  Dear  Refuge  *of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 


RECOVERY  FROM  SICKNESS. 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 
I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 

The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 

With  humble  hope,  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet.— Steele. 


RECOVERY  FROM  SICK- 
NESS. 
»8.  S.  M.— Clapton,  St.  Thomas,  Dover. 
1  Kindly  the  Lord  appear'd 

In  nature's  trying  hour  ; 
My  sinking  soul  his  mercy  cheery 

1  felt  his  strength'ning  power. 


40       RECOVERY  FROM  SICKNESS. 

2  He  found  me  on  the  bed 
Of  languishing  and  pain ; 

Bade  me  on  him  recline  my  head, 
Nor  seek  his  aid  in  vain. 

3  I  saw  his  mighty  arm 
Stretched  o'er  the  rolling  wave : 

He  snatch'd  my  life  from  threat:ning  harm 
And  show'd  his  pow'r  to  save. 

4  How  then  can  I  refuse 
The  tributary  strain? 

The  Lord  my  wasted  strengtbwenews, 
And  makes  me  well  again. 

5  O  may  my  future  days 
True  gratitude  display : 

Nor  only  speak,  but  live  his  praise, 
Through  each  revolving  day.—Searle 


RECOVERY  FROM   SICKNESS.       41 
29.  L.M.— Duke-street,  Seasons. 
Gratitude  for  Recovery. 

1  Disdain  not,  O  eternal  King, 

To  hear  thy  grateful  handmaid  sing; 
O  for  a  seraph's  ardent  flame, 
To  celebrate  thy  glorious  name ! 

2  To  him  who  sav'd  me  from  my  fears, 
And  wip'd  away  my  falling  tears  ; 
Who  in  my  weakness  made  me  strong — 
To  him  I'll  consecrate  my  song. 

3  Awake,  awake,  and  tune  the  lyre, 
Almighty  love  the  song  inspire ; 

0  let  me  ne'er  attempt  in  vain 
The  pure  and  elevated  strain. 

4  Rais'd  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

1  sing  thy  mighty  power  to  save  ; 
My  rescued  soul  shall  trust  in  thee, 
Through  time  and  in  eternity.— Searle. 


42       RECOVERY   FROM  SICKNESS.- 
30.  C.  M. — Remembrance,  Peterborough. 
Song  of  Deliverance. 

1  The  song  of  gratitude  I'll  raise 
Up  to  thy  high  abode, 

For  thou  hast  fill'd  my  mouth  with  praise, 
My  ever-gracious  God. 

2  Dangers  were  gath'ring  round  my  head, 
The  hour  of  conflict  came  ; 

What  time  my  spirit  was  afraid, 
I  trusted  in  thy  name. 

3  That  hour  of  agony  is  past, 
Which  many  a  life  destroys ; 

Sorrow  and  anguish  fled  in  haste, 
And  left  me  to  my  joys.  W 

4  What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord, 
Who  brought  me  from  the  grave ; 

For  ever  be  his  name  ador'd, 
For  he  is  strong  to  save. 


RECOVERY   FROM   SICKNESS.       43 

6  As  upward  waft  those  infant  sighs, 
My  thoughts  to  heav'n  ascend; 

Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  arise, 
And  praise  shall  never  end. 

31.    C  M.— Moravian  Hymn,  Remem- 
brance. 
Recovery  from  Sickness. 

1  My  God,  thy  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  1 

2  Thine  arm  of  everlasting  love 
Did  this  weak  frame  sustain  ; 

When  life  was  hov'ring  o'er  the  grave, 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  bowed  my  fainting  head  _ 
On  thy  dear  faithful  breast ; 

Pleas'd  to  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 


44       RECOVERY  FROM   SICKNESS. 

4  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave 

At  thy  command  I  come ; 
Nor  will  I  ask  a  speedier  flight 

To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  appointest  my  abode, 
There  I  would  choose  to  be  ; 

For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heav'n  with  thee.— Anon. 


33.  C.  M. — New  Cambridge,  Harleigh, 
Remembrance,  Peterborough. 

Confiding  in  God. 

1  To  thee,  my  God,  my  heart  shall  bring 
The  lively  grateful  song : 

Thy  faithfulness  I  fain  would  sing, 
With  rapture  on  my  tongue. 

2  Amid  the  glories  of  thy  name, 
Thy  truth  exalted  shines ; 


45 


And  thou  for  ever  art  the  same  ; 
How  gracious  thy  designs. 

3  When,  in  the  bour  of  deep  distress, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  cry'd, 

Thy  strength  divine,  'mid  helplessness, 
My  fainting  heart  suppli'd. 

4  And  wilt  thou  all  my  hopes  fulfill? 
To  thee  the  work  belongs ; 

Let  endless  mercy  guide  me  still, 
And  tune  my  feeble  songs.— Steele. 

BIRTHS. 

33.         7's&8's. — Dismission. 

TSiongnts  on  an.  Infant. 

1  Mother  bids  thee,  lovely  stranger, 
Welcome  to  a  world  of  care  ; 

Where  attends  thee  many  a  danger, 
Where  awaits  thee  many  a  snare. 


46  BIRTHS. 

2  Sore  disease  will  bid  thee  languish, 
Sorrow's  night  will  often  frown, 

Guilt  will  fill  thy  heart  with  anguish, 
And  temptations  cast  thee  down. 

3  Yet  indulge  no  dark  surmises ; 
Hope  shall  build  a  fairer  scene  ; 

Many  a  blessing  round  thee  rises, 
And  thy  visions  are  serene. 

4  Oh !  may  heav'n  in  love  defend  thee 
'Mid  life's  dangers  and  alarms  ; 

And  may  blessings  still  attend  thee 
Circled  in  a  Savior's  arms.— Anon. 

34.    C.  M. — Remembrance,  Barby. 
A  Mother's  Joys. 

1  Say,  while  you  press  with  growing  love, 

The  darling  to  your  breast : 
And  all  a  mother's  pleasure  prove, 

Are  you  entirely  blest  1 


BIRTHS.  47 

2  Ah  no  .  a  thousand  tender  cares 
By  turns  your  thoughts  employ  ; 

Now  rising  hopes,  now  anxious  fears, 
And  grief  succeeds  to  joy. 

3  To  God  be  all  your  cares  resign'd, 
Now  on  his  bosom  rest ; 

No  earthly  comforts  are  design'd 
To  make  you  fully  blest.-  -Steele. 

35.  7's. — Nuremburgk. 

Pious  Tliouglits. 

1  Gentle  stranger,  fearless  come, 
To  our  quiet,  happy  home  ; 

Bud  of  being,  beauty's  flower, 
Sprung  to  birth  this  smiling  hour, 
While  upon  thy  form  we  gaze, 
Grateful  thoughts  to  heav'n  we  raise. 

2  Nothing  yet  thine  eyes  can  see 
Of  the  world's  dim  mystery ; 


48  BIRTHS. 

Of  the  tumult  and  the  strife 
That  embitter  human  life — 
But  thy  Maker's  eye  can  view 
Present  scenes  and  future  too. 

3  Little  can  thy  bosom  know 
Of  the  joys  and  griefs  that  flow 
From  a  heart  impure  within, 
From  a  world  defiled  by  sin  : 
Yet  if  trembling  life  is  spar'd, 
Heav'n  in  mercy  be  thy  guard. 

4  Savior,  from  thy  heav'nly  throne 
Smile  upon  this  little  one  ; 

Let  thy  spirit  be  its  guide, 
Let  its  wants  be  well  suppli'd; 
Cleanse  it  by  thy  precious  blood, 
Fit  it  for  thy  high  abode. 


ID 


36.    C.  M.— Remembrance,  Barby. 
Blessings  invoked  on  an  Infant* 

1  Blessings  attend  thee,  little  one, 
Sweet  pledge  of  mutual  love  ! 

On  this  new  coast  a  stranger  thrown, 
Directed  from  above. 

2  O  may  the  hand  that  hither  led, 
For  ever  be  thy  guide  ; 

And  may  no  sorrows  round  thee  spread, 
Nor  dangers  press  thy  side. 

3  Live  to  reward  thy  parents'  heart, 
For  every  kindness  giv'n  : 

And  when  earth's  fleeting  scenes  depart, 
Rejoice  with  them  in  heav'n 

Bost.  Spec, 


50 


CHILDREN  DEDICATED 
TO  GOD. 

87.  C.  M. — Remembrance,  Peterborough. 

Matthew,  19 :  14. 

1  Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine  ; 

Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 
Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face  ; 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  thy  blest  embrace. 

3  Oh  !  take  our  offspring  to  thy  care, 
Fill  them  with  grace  divine  ; 

Dear  Savior !  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. — Stennet. 


DEDICATED  TO  GOD.  51 

38.  L.  'M.—Uxbridge,  Quito.  Luton. 
Asking  for  a  Cliiid's  Sanctifi- 
eatiosa. 

1  O  Lord,  encouraged  by  thy  grace, 
We  bring  our  infant  to  thy  throne  ; 

Give  it  within  thy  heart  a  place, 
Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  alone. 

2  Remove  from  it  each  stain  of  guilt, 
And  let  this  child  be  sanctified ; 

Lord,  thou  canst  cleanse  it,  if  thou  wilt, 
And  all  its  native  evils  hide. 

3  We  ask  not  for  it  earthly  bliss, 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame ; 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this — 
That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 

4  This  infant  we  by  faith  commit 

To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care  ; 
We  lay  it  at  the  Savior's  feet ; 
He  will  not  let  it  perish  there.— Searle. 


52  CHILDREN 

39.  S.  M.— Clapton,  St.  Thomas,  Dover. 
The  Covenant. 

1  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
How  bounteous  is  thy  grace, 

Which  in  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

2  The  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abr'am  and  his  seed ; 

"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
'•'  Supplying  every  need." 

3  These  children  of  our  care 
We  dedicate  to  God ; 

We  plead  the  promise  in  our  prayer, 
We  plead  thy  precious  blood. 

4  Thy  goodness  we  adore, 

We  sing  thy  matchless  grace — 
The  covenant  for  ever  sure 
To  thy  believing  race. 

Salisbury  Coll 


DEDICATED  TO  GOD.  53 

40.  S.  'hi.— Clapton,  Dover,  St.  Thomas, 
Cambridge. 

Children  brought  to  Christ. 

1  The  Savior  kindly  calls 
Our  children  to  nis  breast  ; 

He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

"The  heirs  ofheav'n  are  such  as  these; 
"For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee : 

Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

Epis.  ColL 


&4  CHILDREN 

41.  C  M. — Retirement,  New  Cambridge, 
Peterborough. 

Cfilldreia  r.oi  to  toe  forbidden. 

1  Behold  what  condescending  love 
Jesus  on  earth  displays; 

To  little  children  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 
To  our  forefathers  giv'n  ; 

Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

3  Forbid  them  not  whom  Jesus  calls, 
Nor  dare  the  claim  resist ; 

Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare, 
Of  such  will  heav'n  consist. 

4  With  flowing  tears  and  thankful  hearts 
We  give  them  up  to  thee  : 

Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms, 
Thine  may  they  ever  be.-   Doddridge, 


DEDICATED  TO  GOD.  55 

42.  C.  M. — Remembrance,  Peterborough. 
Cliiltlren  brought  to  Christ. 

Mark  10 :  14. 

1  See,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 
With  all-engaging  charms  : 

Hark  !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 

"For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
"The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them  now  with  thankful  handsi, 
And  yield  Ihem  up  to  thee : 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine ; 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear— 
Ye  children,  seek  his  face; 

And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 


56  CHILDREN 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
Thy  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 

If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. — Doddridge, 

4:3.  L.  M. — Duke-street,  Quito,  Uxbridge, 
Seasons,  Repose. 

Dedication  of  a  young  Child  in 
reference  to  the  Ministry. 

1  Long  as  he  lives  he  shall  be  thine  : 
This  cherish'd  gift  I  now  restore ; 

Nor  longer  call  the  treasure  mine, 
Giv'n  to  my  God  for  evermore. 

2  Still  firm  in  purpose  and  sincere, 
This  dedication,  Lord,  shall  stand 

The  child  shall  now  be  doubly  dear, 
As  kept  and  guided  by  thine  hand. 

3  Let  him  be  early  taught  of  God ; 
Prepare  him  in  the  days  of  youth, 


DEDICATED  TO  GOD.  57 

Amid  the  courts  of  thy  abode 
To  bear  the  messages  of  truth. 

4  Be  this  the  object  of  my  heart, 
Be  this  the  burden  of  my  prayer, 

That  he  thy  Gospel  may  impart 
To  those  who  shall  thy  mercy  share. 

5  And  may  thy  Spirit,  dearest  Lord, 
Help  me  in  mem'ry  to  retain 

Each  promise  of  thy  holy  word, 
Till  hope  her  sweet  assurance  gain. 

44.  C.  M.  T>.— Moravian  Hymn,  Retire- 
ment, Bethel,  Dunchurch. 

Children   not   to  be    Icept   foaclt 
from   tlieir    Privileges.— Matt. 

10 :  14. 

"Forbid  them  not,"  the  Savior  cried, 
"But  suffer  them  to  come"— 


58  CHILDREN 

Ah  !  then  maternal  tears  were  dried, 
And  unbelief  was  dumb. 


[2  He  took  them  in  his  arms,  and  smil'd; 

He  claim'd  them  as  his  own  ; 
He  bless'd  them,  and,  in  accents  mild, 

Made  his  kind  purpose  known.] 

3  "Forbid  them  not  to  come  to  me, 
"  The  blessing  shall  be  giv'n  ; 

"  For,  child-like  shall  the  temple  be 
"Of  all  the  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  "Forbid  them  not  to  come  to  me, 
"  Bring  them,  an  off' ring  pure  ; 

"The  promise  is  to  thine  and  thee  ; 
"The  covenant  is  sure. 

"Forbid  them  not,  whene'er  thou  hold 
"Communion  with  thy  God; 


DEDICATED  TO  GOD.  59 

"But  plead  for  mercies  manifold, 
"Through  my  atoning  blood. 

6  "Forbid  them  not,  from  day  to  day, 
"  Parental  discipline ; 

"At  home,  abroad,  and  by  the  way, 
"The  Gospel  light  must  shine. 

7  "Forbid  them  not  the  house  of  prayer, 
"Where  all  my  followers  meet ; 

"For  I  will  deign  to  bless  them  there, 
"From  heaven's  high  mercy-seat." 

8  Lord,  we  believe  and  we  obey, 
We  bring  them  at  thy  word  : 

Be  thou  our  children's  strength  and  stay, 
Their  portion  and  reward. 

West  Recorder. 


60  INSTRUCTION. 


INSTRUCTION. 

45.  Sevens. — PleyeVs  Hymn,  German 
Air. 

Asking  for  Divine  Assistance  in 
teaching  Children. 

1  Lord,  assist  us  by  thy  grace 
To  instruct  our  infant  race  ; 
Grant  us  wisdom  from  above, 
Fill  us  with  a  Savior's  love. 

2  Let  us  in  thy  peace  abide, 
In  thy  promises  confide, 
While  our  seed  with  ready  zeal, 
Learn  of  us  to  do  thy  will. 

3  May  we  teach  them  day  by  day, 
In  the  house  and  by  the  way, 
When  they  rise  or  go  to  rest, 

Till  thy  truth  shall  make  them  blest. 


INSTRUCTION.  61 

4  While  in  childhood's  tender  age 
They  unfold  the  sacred  page. 
May  they  see  in  every  line, 
Kindling  rays  of  light  divine. 

5  Precious  Savior,  hear  our  prayer, 
We  commit  them  to  thy  care  ; 

Be  their  Shepherd  and  their  guide, 
Bring  them  to  thy  bleeding  side. 


46.   Sevens.— Pleyel's  Hymn,   German 
Air,  Norwich. 

Confession,  and  Prayer  for  As- 
sistance. 

1  Grant  us  wisdom,  gracious  Lord, 
To  instruct  our  children  dear ; 

And  thy  special  aid  afford, 
While  for  them  we  kneel  in  prayer. 


62  INSTRUCTION. 

2  Oh  !  how  ignorant  and  weak ! 

How  imperfect  in  our  zeal ! 
Guilty,  while  to  Heav'n  we  speak- 

Jesus,  Lord,  our  pardon  seal ' 


3  Help  us  still  our  work  of  love 
Daily,  hourly,  to  pursue  ; 

While  thy  Spirit  from  above 
Shall  our  children's  souls  renew. 

4  For  this  blessing  now  we  plead, 
Send  thy  Holy  Spirit  down  ; 

Smile  on  us  and  on  our  seedj 
Make  thy  power  and  glory  known. 

5  Thou  hast  heard  our  solemn  prayer, 
We  are  thine,  for  ever  thine  : 

Take  these  children  to  thy  care, 
Fill  their  hearts  with  grace  divine. 


INSTRUCTION.  63 

4L7.    Sevens. — PleyeVs  Hymn,   German 
Hymn,  Preparation. 

Cliililren  Exported. 

1  Children,  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  his  gracious  word ; 

Seek  his  love  with  heart  and  mind. 
Early  seek,  and  you  shall  find. 

2  Sorrowful  your  sins  confess, 
Plead  his  perfect  righteousness ; 

See  the  Savior's  bleeding  side  ; 
Come — you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  his  worship  now  prepare, 
Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer; 

Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart. 
Never  from  his  ways  depart. 

Union  Minstrel. 


64  INSTRUCTION. 

4:8.  Sevens. — PleyeVs  Hymn,  Norwich. 

Prayer   for   Conversion  and 
Sanctification  of  Children. 

1  God  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer 
For  the  children  thou  hast  giv'n ; 

Let  them  all  thy  blessing  share, 
Grace  on  earth  and  bliss  in  heav'n. 

2  In  the  morning  of  their  days 

May  their  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee ; 
Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

3  When  we  see  their  passions  rise — 
Sinful  habits  unsubdu'd; 

Then  to  thee  we  lift  our  eyes, 
That  their  hearts  may  be  renew'd. 

4  Cleanse  their  ?ouls  from  ev'ry  stain, 
Through  the  Savior's  precious  blood ; 


INSTRUCTION.  65 

Let  them  all  be  born  again, 
And  be  reconcil'd  to  God. 

•  5  For  this  mercy,  Lord,  we  cry ; 

Bend  thine  ever-gracious  ear ; 
While  on  thee  our  souls  rely, 

Hear  our  prayer,  in  mercy  hear. 

4r9.  C.  M. — Remembrance,  Bethel,  Barby. 
The  Young  exliorted. 

1  Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 

And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm, 
A  Savior's  voice  ro  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  uursue. 
5 


66  INSTRUCTION. 

3  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  his  face, 
Is  sure  his  love  to  gain ; 

And  those  that  early  seek  his  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 
If  once  compared  with  thee? 

What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  1 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 
Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 

Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

Doddridge. 


INSTRUCTION.  67 

50.C.  M.— Moravian  Hymn,  Retirement. 
Tlie  All-seeing  God. 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 

And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  which  we  commit, 
Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 

But  in  thy  awful  book  'tis  writ, 
Against  the  judgment  day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  which  we  have  done 
Be  read  and  publish' d  there — 

Be  all  expos'd  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  lie ; 
Upward  I  dare  not  look  . 

Pardon  my  sins,  O  God  most  nt**v 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book 


68  INSTRUCTION. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 
Which  my  Redeemer  felt ; 

And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  for  my  guilt. 

6  O  may  I  now  for  ever  fear 
T'  indulge  a  sinful  thought, 

Since  the  great  God  can  see  and  hear, 
And  punish  every  fault.—  Watts. 

51.    CM. — Peterborough,  Windsor. 

A  little  Child's  Confession. 

1  Lord,  I  donfess  before  thy  face, 
How  guilty  1  have  been ; 

Look  down  from  heav'n,  thy  dwelling  place, 
And  pardon  all  my  sin. 

2  Forgive  my  temper,  Lord,  I  pray, 
My  passion  and  my  prir"e  ; 

The  wicked  words  I  dar'd  to  say, 
And  wicked  thoughts  beside. 


MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS.  RJ 

3  I  cannot  lay  me  down  to  rest 
In  quiet  on  my  bed, 

Until  with  shame  I  have  confess'd 
The  naughty  things  I've  said. 

4  For  Jesus'  sake  forgive  my  crime, 
And  change  tliis  wicked  heart — 

0  grant  me  grace  in  future  time 

To  act  a  better  part.— Am.  Trad.  Mag. 

MEETINGS  OF  MATERNAL 
ASSOCIATIONS." 

53.  S.  M. — Dover,   Clapton,    Watchman. 

Invocation. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 

Dispel  the  sorrows  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

*  Other  heads  will  be  found  to  contain  appro- 
priate Hymns  for  such  occasions,  where  any 
thing  occurs  of  a  special  character.— See  Index, 


70         MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 

And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul— 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  a  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. — Hart. 

53.         C.  M.— Dundee,  Barby. 

Invocation. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.         71 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys : 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vaki  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 

Hosannahs  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live, 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 

Come  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours.—  Watts. 


72         MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 
54.  L.  M. —  Quito,  Uxbridge,  All  Saints. 
Prayer  Meeting. 

1  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy  seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

3  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care, 

To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise 
To  things  unseen  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  thou  art  near, 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear; 
O  rend  the  heav'ns,  in  love  descend, 
And  let  the  skies  in  mercy  bend. — Cowper. 


MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS.  73 

55.  L.  M.—  Uxbridge,  Duke-sireet,  Luton. 
Matthew,  18 :  20. 

1  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obed'ient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise, 

2  There  will  the  precious  Savior  be, 
To  bless  the  little  company  ; 
There  to  unveil  his  smiling  face, 
And  bid  his  glories  fill  the  place. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  O  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 

Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 

Slennei. 


74  MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 

56.    C.  M— Peterborough,  New    Cam' 

bridge. 

Matthew,  18 :  20. 

1  Wherever  two  or  three  may  meet, 
To  worship  in  thy  name, 

Bending  beneath  thy  mercy  seat, 
This  promise  they  may  claim: 

2  Jesus  in  love  will  condescend 
To  bless  the  hallowed  place ; 

The  Savior  will  himself  attend, 
And  show  his  smiling  face. 

3  How  bright  th'  assurance !  gracious  1  ord, 
Fountain  of  peace  and  love, 

Fulfill  to  us  thy  precious  word, 
Thy  loving  kindness  prove. 

4  Our  offspring  to  thine  arms  we  bring ; 
Receive  our  infant  race  ; 

O  tune  their  lips  thy  love  to  sing, 
And  fill  their  hearts  with  gracf*. 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.  75 

57.      C.  M. — Dundee,  Clarendon. 

Prayer  that  Children  may  live 
for  God. 

1  Great  God,  we  would  to  thee  make  known 
Each  fond  maternal  care ; 

For  this  we  come  before  thy  throne, 
And  bring  our  children  near. 

2  We  ask  not  riches,  honor,  fame, 
Or  aught  the  world  can  give ; 

May  they  but  glorify  thy  name, 
And  for  thy  kingdom  live. 

3  This  is  the  burthen  of  our  prayer, 
And  when  from  us  they're  riven, 

May  they  be  objects  of  thy  care, 
And  heirs,  at  last,  of  heaven. 

Mrs.  Brown. 


76  MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 

58.  C.  M. — Dunchurch,  Dundee,  Chester. 
Prayer  for  Children. 

1  Within  these  quiet  walls,  O  Lord, 
A  fond  maternal  band 

Have  met,  thy  goodness  to  record, 
And  seek  thy  guiding  hand. 

2  Oft  when  we  talk,  our  burning  hearts 
Break  from  the  earth  away ; 

While  faith  its  hc^y  strength  imparts, 
And  hope  its  heav'nly  ray. 

3  If  e'er  a  mother's  prayerful  strain 
Hath  gain'd  thy  listening  ear, 

O  !  Savior,  now  in  mercy  deign 
Our  ardent  cry  to  hear. 

4  'Tis  for  our  children,  Lord,  we  plead, 
Dear  objects  of  our  care  : 

Dangers  on  every  side  are  spread ; 
Save  them  from  every  snare. 


MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS.  77 

5  O  thou  blest  Guardian  Lwalk  beside 

Life's  river  as  it  rolls ; 
Light  the  dark  stream  o'er  which  they  glide, 

And  cleanse  and  save  their  souls. 

59.  C.  Tal.—Dunchurch,  Dundee,  Barby. 

Asking   Spiritual   Blessings  for 
Children. 

1  O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 
A  needy  sinful  band  ; 

As  suppliants  round  the  mercy-seat, 
We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 
The  children  thou  hast  giv'n  : 

Where  should  we  go  in  time  of  need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heav'n  1 

3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame, 
Amid  the  worldly  strife  ; 


78  MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 

But  in  the  all-prevailing  name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  crave  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  grace 

To  make  them  pure  in  heart ; 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 

And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

60.  S.  M.— Clapton,    Watchman,   Shir- 
land. 

Asking  Spiritual   Blessings  for 
Children. 

1  Great  God,  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race, 

And  make  their  youthful  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace. 

2  O  what  a  vast  delight, 
Their  penitence  to  see  ! 

Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 


MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS.  79 

3  Dear  Lord,  thy  spirit  pour 
Upon  our  infant  seed ; 

0  bring  that  soul-reviving  hour, 
Which  makes  them  thine  indeed. 

4  May  they  receive  thy  word, 
Confess  the  Savior's  name  ; 

And  follow  on  to  know  the  Lord  ; 
Nor  fear  reproach  or  shame.—  Fellows. 

61.      S.  M.-- Aylesbury,  St.  Giles. 

Prayer  for  the  Sanctifieatio.n  of 
the  Young. 

1  Great  God,  with  heart  and  tongue, 
To  thee  aloud  we  pray, 

That  all  our  children,  while  they're  young, 
May  walk  in  wisdom's  way. 

2  Now  in  their  early  days, 
Teach  them  thy  will  to  know ; 


80  MATERNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 

0  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
On  every  heart  bestow. 

3  Make  their  defenceless  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Cause  them  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  flee  from  every  snare. 

4  Their  hearts  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  divine  ; 

Unite  them  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  them  wholly  thine.— Anon. 

63.  C.  M.— Remembrance,  Barby,  Dun- 
dee, Peterborough. 

*'  First   gave  themselves  to  the 
Iiord." 

1  Come,  let  us  join  ourselves  to  God, 
In  everlasting  bands ; 

And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows. 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 


MATERNAL     SSOCIATIONS.  81 

2  Come,  let  us  share,  without  delay, 
The  covenant  of  his  grace  ; 

Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Its  memory  e'er  efface. 

3  O  may  our  rising  offspring  haste 
To  seek  their  father's  God  ; 

Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  father's  feet  have  trod. 

Montgomery's  Coll. 

63.  CM. — Retirement,  Moravian  Hymn\ 
Barby,  Peterborough. 

Covenant  with.  Abraham. 

1  How  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abr'am  and  his  seed ; 

"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine 
"Supplying  every  need." 

2  His  promise  to  the  seed  he  loves, 
Through  ages  shall  endure ; 

6 


82  MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS. 

The  Angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
To  our  great  father  giv'n  ; 

He  takes  young  children  in  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 
His  love  endures  the  same  ; 

Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name.      Waits 


64:.  S.  M.— Clapton,  Aylesbury,  Watch- 
man, St.  Giles. 

Pleading  the  Promises. 


1  O  God  of  Abr'am,  hear 
The  parent's  humble  cry , 

In  cov'nant  mercy  now  appear 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.  83 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 
In  mercy  thou  hast  giv'n, 

That  we  through  grace  may  faithful  prove. 
In  training  them  for  heav'n. 

3  O  grant  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Their  hearts  to  sanctify  ; 

Remember  now  thy  gracious  word  ; 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 
The  penitential  sigh ; 

Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 
And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 

5  These  children  now  are  thine, 
We  give  them  back  to  thee  : 

O  lead  them  by  thy  grace  divine, 
Along  the  heav'nly  way. 

S.  Songs. 


84  MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS. 

'65.  C.  M.— Retirement,  Remembrance^ 
Barby. 

An  abiding  Covenant. 

2  Sam.  23: 5. 

1  My  God,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 
Abides  for  ever  sure  ; 

And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel, 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  What  though  my  house  be  not  with  thee 
As  nature  could  desire  1 

To  nobler  joys  than  nature  gives 
Thy  servants  all  aspire. 

3  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 
My  Father  art  become  ; 

Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heav'n  my  final  home, 

4  T  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 
For  all  that  will  is  love : 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.  85 

And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above.  Doddridge. 

66.    8.M.— Aylesbury,  St.' Giles,  Watch- 
man. 

Asking  fbr  Spiritual  Mercies  on 
Children. 

1  Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace. 
In  mercy  now  appeal , 

We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 
And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Receive  these  lambs  to-day, 
O  Shepherd  of  the  flock ! 

And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  Rock. 

3  Thy  saving  health  impart, 
O  Comforter  divine  ; 

Now  make  these  children  pure  in  heart 
JVIake  them  entirely  thine. 


86  MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS. 

4  To-day  in  love  descend, 

O  come  this  precious  hour  ; 
In  mercy  now  their  spirits  bend 
By  thy  resistless  power. 

5  Our  lab'ring  bosoms  bleed 
Till  thou  our  griefs  dispel ; 

Sure  is  the  covenant  we  plead, 
In  all  things  order'd  well. 

6  Low  bending  at  thy  feet, 
Our  offspring  we  resign  : 

Thine  "arm  is  strong,  thy  love  is  great, 
And  high  thy  glories  shine. 

67.  L.  M. —  Uxbridge,  Quito,  Repose. 

Children,  committed  to  the  Good 
Shepherd. 

1  Dear  Savior,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 
Beyond  thy  blest  enclosure's  bound, 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.  87 

And  lur'd  by  worldly  joys  away, 
Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found, 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine ; 
That  thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear ; 

Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 
The  sign  of  cov'nant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 
O  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 

Remember  all  the  pray'rs  and  tears 
Which"  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more; 

Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way,  - 
The  wand'rers  to  thy  fold  restore. 

Hyde. 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS. 


68.  8's  and  7's. — Dismission,  "Parting 
Soul." 

Confession  of  Covenant  break- 
ing. 

1  Lord,  we  bow  with  deep  contrition, 
Low  before  thy  throne  of  grace ; 

Hear  us  in  thy  kind  compassion. 
While  we  seek  thy  smiling  face 

2  Where,  but  to  a  bleeding  Savior, 
Should  we  come  for  life  and  peace  7 

Nothing  but  thy  boundless  favor, 
Can  our  burden'd  souls  release. 

3  Thou  hast  witness'd  our  transgression, 
Thou  hast  seen  our  load  of  guilt ; 

Witness  now  our  deep  confession, 
Thou,  whose  precious  blood  was  spilt. 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.  89 

4  Ah,  this  sin  of  cov'nant  breaking ! 
Canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  Lord,  forgive  1 

Shall  we  hear  thy  mercy  speaking  1 
Canst  thou  bid  us  look  and  live  1 

5  Pardon,  peace,  and  consolation, 
At  thy  bleeding  cross  we  see  : 

There  we  take  an  humble  station, 
There  our  children  bring  to  thee. 

69.  C.  M. — Windsor,  Reading,  Dundee. 

Pleading  in  reference  to  un- 
godly Children. 

Genesis,  17 :  18. 

1  How  did  the  pious  Abr'am  pray 

For  an  ungodly  son  ! 
My  soul  in  this  accepted  day, 

Would  make  his  prayer  my  own. 


90  MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS. 

2  He  could  not  clasp  a  sinful  child, 
And  lift  no  prayer  above  ; 

And  shall  my  offspring  be  exil'd 
From  God  my  Father's  love  1 

3  Shall  cruel  spirits  drag  them  down 
To  darkness  and  despair, 

Beneath  th'  Almighty's  angry  frown, 
To  dwell  for  ever  there  1 

4  O  Lord !  the  dreadful  scene  forbid, 
And  let  our  faith  revive ; 

If  Abr'am  might  for  Ishmael  plead, 
The  chosen  seed  may  live. 

Dobell. 


MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS.  91 

70.  C.  M. — Remembrance,  Peterborough, 
Retirement. 

Praise  from  Lips  of  Infancy. 

Psalm  8. 

1  Out  of  the  mouth  of  infancy 
O  Lord,  perfect  thy  praise  ; 

And  let  each  heart,  inspir'd  by  thee3 
Its  early  incense  raise. 

2  Then  shall  the  church  arise  and  sing, 
When  infant  lips  reveal 

The  love  of  Christ,  our  gracious  King, 
And  at  his  footstool  kneel. 

[3  When  they  with  gentle  accent  speak 

Of  thy  atoning  blood ; 
The  flinty  hearts  of  men  will  break, 

Their  souls  submit  to  God.] 


92  MATERNAL  ASSOCIATIONS. 

4  When  glad  hosannas  shall  ascend 
From  children's  feeble  voice, 

No  enemies  shall  dare  offend. 
Or  interrupt  the  joys. 

5  When  shall  the  heav'nly  song  arise 
Our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer  1 

Stoop  down  in  mercy  from  the  skies, 
And  bring  salvation  near. 

6  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  wholly  thine ; 
Begin  this  precious  hour, 

And  let  the  Spirit  all  divine 
Exert  his  saving  power. 


EARLY  PIETST.  93 

EARLY    PIETY. 

71.  C.  M. — Bunchurch,  Dundee,  Barby. 
**  Teach,  us  to  pray." 

1  Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 
Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 

And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  infant  heart. 

2  A  helpless  creature  I  was  born, 
And  from  the  birth  I  stray'd : 

I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 

•3  But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 

And  wash  away  their  stain  ; 
And  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live 

Where  he  shall  ever  reign. 


94  EARLY  PIET7. 

4  To  him  let  youth  and  children  come, 
For  he  hath  said  they  may  ; 

His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home, 
Their  tears  he'll  wipe  away. 

5  For  those  who  early  seek  his  face, 
Shall  taste  his  wondrona  love  ; 

And  he  will  guide  them  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 

S.  S.  Union  Coll. 

72.    S.  M. —  Watchman,  Shirland. 
Self-dedication  of  a  Child. 

1  Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  all  defil'd  ; 

O  take  the  stain  of  guilt  away, 
And  own  me  as  thy  child. 

2  I  cannot  live  in  sin, 
And  feel  a  Savior's  love ; 


EARLY  PIETY.  95 

Thy  blood  can  make  my  spirit  ciean, 
And  write  my  name  above. 

3  Among  thy  little  flock 

I  need  the  Shepherd's  care ; 
Pour  waters  from  the  smitten  Rock, 
And  pastures  green  prepare 

4  Blest  Shepherd,  I  am  thine ; 
Still  keep  me  in  thy  fear; 

Now  fill  my  heart  with  grace  divine; 
Bring  thy  salvation  near. 

73.  L.  M. —  Uxbridge,  Duke  street. 
The  Infant's  Prayer. 

1  Though  we  are  simple,  weak  and  young, 
Tne  Lord  will  listen  when  we  pray; 

For  never  from  the  infant's  tongue 
Did  Jesus  turn  his  ear  away. 


96  EARLY  PIETY. 

2  No,  he  assists  the  humble  prayer, 
Grants  the  importunate  request ; 

Tells  us,  that,  should  we  trust  his  care, 
He'll  ever  make  us  truly  blest. 

3  O  may  his  love  renew  our  hearts, 
And  consecrate  our  fleeting  days, 

And  when  our  life  on  earth  departs, 
Eternal  life  be  spent  in  praise. 

Am.  Tr.  Mag. 

74:.  C.  M. — Peterborough,  Remembrance^ 
J>unchurch. 

The  little  Pilgrim. 

1  There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 
All  others  go  astray  ; 

Narrow  and  dim  cult  the  road, 
But  Christians  love  the  way. 

2  It  leads  through  this  dark  world  of  sin, 
Where  many  a  snare  is  cast ; 


EARLY  PIETY.  97 

But  upright  souls  that  walk  therein, 
Will  come  to  heav'n  at  last. 

3  How  shall  an  infant  pilgrim  dare 
This  dang'rous  path  to  tread? 

Do  I  not  need  a  Shepherd's  care, 
To  be  securely  led? 

4  Lord,  condescend  to  be  my  guide, 
O  let  me  never  stray  : 

Uphold  my  footsteps,  lest  I  slide, 
Or  wander  from  my  way. 

5  Then  I  may  go  without  alarm, 
And  trust  his  word  of  old  : 

'  The  lambs  he'll  gather  with  his  arm, 
'And  lead  them  to  the  fold.' 

S.  S.  Hymn  Book. 


98  EARLY  PIETY. 

75.  CM. — Remembrance,  Rochester. 
Infant  Aspirations. 

1  Almighty  God,  while  earth  and  heav'n 
Thy  power  and  skill  proclaim  ; 

Wilt  thou  permit  a  child  to  sing 
The  honors  of  thy  name  1 

2  May  children  aim  at  themes  so  great, 
Or  raise  their  notes  so  high, 

When  seraphs,  low  beneath  thy  feet, 
In  self-abasement  lie  1 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  employ 
O  may  they  never  rove  ! 

Where  can  I  find  sublimer  joy. 
Than  in  this  work  of  love  1 

4  Great    God,    thou    art    my    hope    and 

strength, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies 


EARLY  PIETY.  99 

While  the  glad  tribute  of  my  voice 
In  grateful  song  shall  rise. 

5  Joyful  I  give  myself  to  thee, 

And  in  thy  name  confide ; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Savior  be, 

My  Father,  friend,  and  guide. 

76.  H.  M  —  Weymouth,  Bethesda. 
¥  Forbid  them  not." 

1  "  Forbid  them  not  to  come !" 
It  is  the  Savior's  voice  : 

And  now  in  childhood's  bloom, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
Subdue  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Let  every  soul  thy  temple  be. 

2  "Forbid  them  not  to  come  !" 
Ye  tender  parents  hear  : 

The  child  in  nature's  gloom 
Intreats  your  ardent  prayer. 


100  EARLY  PIETY. 

0  take  us  to  the  mercy-seat, 
And  lay  us  down  at  Jesus'  feet 

77.  8' s— Birmingham,  Solitude. 

Self-consecration  of  a  little 
Child. 

1  O  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul, 

My  Savior,  my  Shepherd  divine  ; 

1  yield  to  thy  blessed  control; 

My  body  and  spirit  are  thine. 
Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve 

That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee  ; 
My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 

Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

2  How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay, 
By  nature  so  weak  and  defil'd? 

Myself  I  have  given  away  ; 
O  call  me  thy  own  little  child. 


SICKNESS.  101 

And  art  thou  my  Father  above  1 
Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart  1 

O  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love, 
That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart. 
Union  Minstrdt 


SICKNESS. 

78 »  7's — Pley el's  Hymn. 
Son  of  David,  hear  ! 

1  When  the  heart  is  sad  within, 
Burden'd  with  the  weight  of  sin ; 
When  the  spirit  sinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  David,  hear  ! 

2  When  our  heads  are  bow'd  with  wo, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  our  children  dear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  David,  hear ! 


102  SICKNESS. 

3  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  affection's  tear : 
Jesus,  Son  of  David,  hear  ! 

Hcber's  Coll. 


79.  7's  and  6's. — "From  Greenland's  Icy 
Mountains,"  Ashjield. 


In  Sickue.=s. 

1  Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  we  cry  ; 
While  for  thy  gift  of  healing 

We  raise  our  voice  on  high : 
Diseases  and  afflictions 

Thy  ready  servants  are  ; 
Chastisements  and  corrections 

To  quicken  us  in  prayer. 


103 


2  We  own  our  guilt  and  folly, 
But  thou  canst  still  forgive ; 

And  thou,  most  high  and  holy, 

Canst  bid  the  sick  revive : 
Though  now  cast  down  in  sorrow, 

In  darkness  and  distress, 
Jcy  may  return  to-morrow, 

Through  thy  restoring  grace. 

3  As  suppliants  now  before  thee, 
In  thy  great  name  we  plead ; 

Physician,  we  adore  thee, 
And  trembling  ask  thine  aid  : 

Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry ; 

Send  down  thy  gift  of  healing, 
On  thee  our  souls  rely. 

8.  Songs, 


104  SICKNESS. 

80.    8's. — Birmingham,  Ludlow. 
(TVie  same  subject.) 

1  How  frail  are  these  bodies  of  clay ! 
How  soon  all  their  vigor  is  lost ! 

They  nourish  in  beauty  to-day, 
To-morrow  they  mingle  with  dust. 

2  So  flowers  in  the  morning  may  rise, 
Unfolding  their  leaves  to  the  sun ; 

While  the  breath  of  each  zephyr  that  sighs, 
May  blast  them,  and  soon  they  are  gone. 

3  Afflictions  spring  not  from  the  ground. 
Diseases  our  Sovereign  obey ; 

His  hand  can  heal  every  wound, 
Or  fill  us  with  death  and  dismay. 

4  We  lie  at  thy  sovereign  control, 
O  Lord,  in  this  hour  of  distress  • 


105 


Physician  of  body  and  soul, 
Send  down  thy  recovering  grace 

5  Oh !  speak,  and  the  dear  one  shall  live, 

Jehovah,  almighty  to  save ! 
At  thy  voice  e'en  the  dead  shall  revive, 

And  triumph  at  last  o'er  the  grave. 

81.    L.  M. —  Quito,  Uxbridge,  Luton. 
For  a  siclc  little  Child. 

1  Almighty  God,  I'm  very  ill ; 
But  cure  me,  if  it  be  thy  will ; 
For  thou  canst  take  away  my  pain, 
And  make  me  strong  and  well  again. 

2  Let  me  be  patient  all  the  day, 

And  mind  what  those  who  nurse  me  say ; 
And  grant  that  all  I  have  to  take, 
May  do  me  good,  for  Jesus's  sake. 

American  Tract  Society. 


106  SICKNESS. 

83.  CM. — Peterborough, Remembrance. 

Gratitude  of  a  little  Child  for  its 
Recovery. 

1  I  thank  the  Lord  who  lives  on  high, 
He  heard  an  infant  pray, 

And  cur'd  me,  that  I  should  not  die, 
And  took  my  pains  away. 

2  O  let  me  love,  and  serve  thee  too, 
As  long  as  I  shall  live ; 

And  every  naughty  thing  I  do, 
I  pray  thee  to  forgive. 

Amer.  Tract  Mag. 

83.    S.  M.— Clapton,  Watchman,  Dover. 

The  Ijord  is  piteous* 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 
To  those  that  fear  his  name 


SICKNESS.  107 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
Scatterd  by  every  breath  ; 

His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  our  souls  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  tbe  morning  flower; 

When  blasting  winds  sweep  o'er  the  plain, 
They  wither  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Watts. 


108  DEATH. 

DEATH. 

84t.    L.  M. — Repose,  Quito,  Kingsbridge. 

Death  of  an  Infant. 

1  So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower, 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ; 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art, 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart-? 
Spirit  of  grace,  be  ever  nigh, 
Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die. 

3  Bid  gentle  patience  smile  on  pain, 
Till  dying  hope  shall  live  again  ; 

Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye; 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

Steele. 


DEATH.  109 

85*  CM..-Reading,  Dundee,  Dunchurch. 
On  the  Death  of  a  Child. 

1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour; 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 

Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  Death  spreads  his  witheringwintry  arms, 
And  beauty  smiles  no  more  : 

Ah  !  where  are  now  those  rising  charms 
Which  pleas'd our  eyes  before? 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 


110  DEATH. 

4  Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears ; 
Thy  Savior  dwells  on  high : 

There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 

Steele. 

86.   C.  M. — Reading,  Dundee,  Windsor. 
Death  of  a  Child. 

1  Alas !  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flower, 
Which  bloom'd  and  cheer'dmy  heart ! 

Fair,  smiling  comfort  of  an  hour, 
How  soon  we're  call'd  to  part ! 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 
That  God  whose  ways  are  love  1 

Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
For  one  that  rests  above  1 

5  No,  let  me  rather  humbly  pay 
Obedience  to  thy  will ; 


DEATH.  Ill 

And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say, 
The  Lord  is  righteous  still. 

4  The  darkest  nights  and  loudest  storms 

Of  earth  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
Then  upward  with  th'  angelic  forms, 

We'll  rise  to  weep  no  more. 

Knight. 

87.    8's  &  7's. — Dismission,   "  Parting 

Soul." 

Resignation  on  the  Death,  of 

an  Infant. 

1  Now,  O  Lord,  to  thee  submitting, 
We  the  tender  pledge  resign : 

And  thy  mercies  ne'er  forgetting, 
Own  that  all  we  have  is  thine. 

2  Rest,  sweet  babe,  in  gentle  slumbers, 
Till  the  resurrection  morn ; 

Then  arise  to  join  the  numbers 
Who  its  triumphs  shall  adorn. 


112  DEATH. 

3  Thougn  thy  presence  was  endearing, 
Though  thy  absence  we  deplore, 

At  the  Savior's  bright  appearing, 
We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Anon. 

88.     8's  &  Vs.— Dismission,    "Parting 
Soul." 

' "  Weep  not  for  me." 

1  Why  lament  the  Christian  dying? 
Why  indulge  in  tears  or  gloom  1 

Calmly  on  the  Lord  relying, 
He  can  greet  the  opening  tomb. 

2  What  if  death,  with  icy  fingers, 
All  the  fount  of  life  congeals  1 

'Tis  not  there  thy  brother  lingers, 
'Tis  not  death  his  spirit  feels. 

3  Though  for  him  thy  soul  is  mourning, 
Though  with  grief  thy  heart  is  riv'n 


113 


While  his  flesh  to  dust  is  turning, 
All  his  soul  is  filled  with  heav'n. 

4  Scenes  seraphic,  high  and  glorious, 
Now  forbid hislonger  stay ; 

See  him  rise  o'er  death  victorious  ; 
.  Angels  beckon  him  away. 

5  Hark !  the  golden  harps  are  ringing ; 
Sounds  unearthly  fill  his  ear : 

Millions  now  in  heaven  singing, 
Greet  his  joyful  entrance  there. 

S.  Songs 

89.  7's  &  4's.— Gethsemane. 

Support  ill  Deatli. 

1  When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 

Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way 

Break  the  shadows. 
Usher  in  eternal  day, 
S 


114  DEATH. 

2  Upward  from  this  dying  state, 

Bid  my  waiting  soul  aspire  ; 
Open  thou  the  crystal  gate, 

To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre  : 
Then  triumphant, 

I  will  join  th'  immortal  choir.         Gems. 

90.  C.  M. — Retirement,  Chester,  Barby, 
Dundee. 

A  Daughter  at  her  Mother's 
Grave. 

1  The  relics  of  departed  worth, 
Lie  shrouded  here  in  gloom  ; 

And  here  with  aching  heart  I  mark 
My  own  dear  mother's  tomb. 

2  Oh  !  as  upon  her  peerless  grave 
I  fix  my  weeping  eyes, 

How  many  fond  remembrances 
In  quick  succession  rise  ! 


DEATH.  115 

3  Again  I  see  her  gentle  form. 
As  when  in  infant  days, 

And  childhood's  early  sportive  years, 
She  guarded  all  my  ways. 

4  Again  her  kind  maternal  voice 
Falls  on  my  list'ning  ear, 

As  when  she  taught  my  youthful  soul, 
The  God  of  love  to  fear. 

5  Father  of  Heav'n,  my  mother's  God! 
Before  thy  blissful  seat, 

Among  the  glorious  heirs  of  light, 
May  I  that  mother  meet. 

6  There  may  I  see  her  happy  face, 
And  hear  her  gentle  voice ; 

And,  gladden'd  by  thy  smiling  face, 
Through  endless  years  rejoice. 

Miss  B—r. 


116  DEATH. 


91.  L.   M.—Kingsbridge,    Windham, 
Quito. 

The  Widow  and  Fatherless* 

1  O  thou  that  art  the  widow's  God, 
A  Father  to  the  fatherless, 

We  bow  beneath  thy  chast'ning  rod 
This  hour  of  conflict  and  distress. 

2  Parent  and  husband,  thou  hast  borne, 
In  silence  to  the  op'ning  tomb  ; 

Pity  the  lov'd  ones,  Lord,  that  mourn, 
Whose  spirits  now  are  fill'd  with  gloom. 

3  We  plead  for  those  bow'd  down  withgrief 
Members  of  this  maternal  band ; 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  relief, 
But  to  thy  kind,  indulgent  hand? 

4  The  hand  that  chastens  us  can  heal, 
O  God  of  faithfulness  and  love  ! 


117 


In  mercy,  now  thy  grace  reveal, 
A  Father's  loving  kindness  prove. 

5  O  thou  that  art  the  widow's  God, 

A  father  to  the  fatherless, 
Now  hearken  from  thy  high  abode, 

And  deign  to  answer  us  in  peace. 

92.  C.  M.—  Windsor,  Dundee. 
For  a  Dying  Child. 

1  My  heav'nly  Father,  I  confess. 
That  all  thy  ways  are  just ; 

Although  I  faint  with  sore  distress, 
And  now  draw  near  the  dust. 

2  How  soon  my  little  strength  has  fled ! 
My  life  will  soon  be  past : 

O  smile  upon  my  dying  bed, 
And  love  me  to  the  last. 


118  DEATH. 

3  Once  did  the  blessed  Savior  cry, 
"Let  little  children  come :" 

On  this  kind  word  I  would  rely, 
Since  I  am  going  home. 

4  O  take  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
That  now  will  soon  be  gone, 

And  wash  it  clean,  and  make  it  shine 
With  heav'nly  garments  on. 

5  Be  pleas'd  to  grant  an  easy  death, 
If  'tis  thy  holy  will ; 

And  bid  the  struggles  of  my  breath 
And  all  my  pains  be  stilL 

6  My  heav'nly  Father,  hear  my  prayer, 
Accept  my  feeble  praise  ; 

And  let  me  quickly  meet  thee  where 
A  nobler  song  I'll  raise. — Am.  Tr.  Soc. 


CONSOLATION  IN  AFFLICTION.    119 


CONSOLATION    IN    AFFLIC- 
TION. 

93.  L.  M. — Repose,   Quito,  Kingsbridge. 

Submission  under  the  Loss  of 
Friends. 

1  The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the.  heaving  sigh, 

When  his  own  children  fall  around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murm'ring  thought, 
Should  with  our  moving  passions  blend,- 

Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget, 
Th!  Almighty,  ever  living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills, 
Our  mortal  bodies  soon  must  fail 


120  CONSOLATION 

Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Our  Father,  God,  to  thee  we  look, 
Our  Rock,  our  Portion,  and  our  Friend, 

And  on  thy  cov'nant  love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  spirits  shall  depend. 

Scott. 

94.  C.  M.— Dundee,  Barby,  Chester^  Re- 
membrance. 

Resignation  in  Afflictions. 

1  It  is  the  Lord ;  my  soul.be  still, 
And  bow  before  the  throne ; 

O  let  me  now  submissive  feel, 
And  say,  "Thy  will  be  done.' 

2  It  is  the  Lord,  whose  chast'ning  hand 
Has  fill'd  the  cup  of  wo: 

The  shaft  of  death,  by  his  command, 
Has  struck  the  fatal  blow. 


IN  AFFLICTION.  121 

3  It  is  the  Lord,  who  kindly  gave, 
That  takes  the  gift  away  ; 

'Tis  sin  that  dooms  us  to  the  grave, 
In  his  appointed  way. 

4  It  is  the  Lord,  and  he  is  good, 
Unchangeably  the  same  : 

Though  sorrow  rises  like  a  flood, 
I'll  bless  his  holy  name. 

95.  8's  &  7's.— "  Parting  Soul,"  Dis- 
mission. 

"  Thy  will  foe  done." 

1  Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding,    - 
O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 

Let  us,  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  Though  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken, 
Though  afflicted,  not  alone  j 


122  CONSOLATION 

Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken ; 
Blessed  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 

3  Fill  us  now  with  deep  contrition ; 
Take  away  these  hearts  of  stone  : 

While  we  all,  with  true  submission, 
Meekly  say,  thy  will  be  done. 

4  Though  to-day  we're  fill'd  with  mourning, 
Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne  ; 

With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
We  can  sing,  thy  will  be  done. 

5  To  thine  arms  the  child  was  given  ; 
Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own  ; 

Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 
Evermore  thy  will  be  done. 


IN  AFFLICTION.  123 

96.  L.  M. — Surry,  Quito,  Kingsbndge. 
Why  weep  for  departed  Saints? 

1  Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  wo, 
Who've   fled,  and  left  thee    sorrowing 

here  1 
Triumphant  o'er  their  latest  foe, 
They  glory  in  a  brighter  sphere. 

2  Why  weep  for  them?  beside  thee  now 
Perhaps  they  watch  with  guardian  care ; 

Witness  thy  tears  that  freely  flow, 
While  they  the  bliss  of  angels  share. 

3  Or  round  their  Father's  throne  above, 
With  raptur'd  voice  his  praise  they  sing; 

Or  on  his  messages  of  love 
They  journey  with  unwearied  wing. 

4  They  weep  no  more  ;  their  voices  raise 
The  song  of  triumph  high  to  God ; 

And  would'st  thou  join  their  song  of  praise, 
Walk  humbly  in  the  paths  they  trod. 
Anon. 


124  CONSOLATION 


97.  8's  &  Ts.—"Lightiof  those,"  "Love 
Divine." 


For  a  Sister  mourning  the  loss 
of  aCliild. 

1  Hast  thou  lost  a  child  most  precious  1 
'Tisthy  Father  brings  thee  low  : 

'Mid  th'  affliction  he  is  gracious, 
Pitying  while  he  deals  the  blow  : 

Sister,  lift  thine  eye  above  thee  ; 
'Tis  from  thence  the  rod  descends : 

He  must  chasten,  if  he  love  thee  : 
Kiss  the  hand  that  is  a  Friend's. 

2  He  would  bring  the  wand'rer  near  him, 
Cause  the  contrite  tear  to  flow : 

Take  the  draught,  and  love  and  fear  him. 
Though  the  cup  be  fill'd  with  we, 


IN  AFFLICTION.  125 

We  can  only  share  thy  sadness, 
Mingling  sighs  and  tears  with  thine ; 

He  can  give  celestial  gladness, 
Quench  the  fire,  and  yet  refine. 

3  O  there  is  no  cross,  no  fetter, 

While  we  bear  the  yoke  of  love : 
Crushing  makes  the  fragrance  sweeter  ; 

Sorrows  point  to  rest  above. 
Drooping  mourner,  can'st  thou  languish 

Near  the  great  Consoler's  feet? 
He  can  give  thee  joy  for  anguish  ; 

Seek  him  at  the  mercy-seat. 


98.  8's   &  Vs.— " Happy  soul,"  "Love 
Divine." 


Weep  not  for  tlie  Departed. 

1  O  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  ye  love ; 


126  CONSOLATION 

Pain  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  in  darkness  ye  are  straying, 
Lonely  in  the  deep'ning  shade, 

Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

4  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high; 

In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

Collier. 


99.  S.  M. — Aylesbury,  Clapton,  Dover. 
Affliction  blessed. 

1  How  tender  is  thy  hand, 

O  thou  beloved  Lord ! 
Afflictions  come  at  thy  command, 

And  leave  us  at  thy  word. 


IN  AFFLICTION.  127 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 
That  chasten'd  us  for  sin  ! 

How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God 
Where  deep  distress  had  been  ! 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 

A. Father's  heart  we  knew ; 

'Mid  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt, 

And  found  his  word  was  true. 

4  We  told  him  all  our  grief ; 
We  thought  of  Jesus'  love  ; 

A  sense  of  pardon  brought  relief, 
And  bade  our  pangs  remove. 

5  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 
And  in  his  strength  confide  : 

For  ever  be  his  name  ador'd, 
For  there  is  none  beside. 


128  CONSOLATION 


100.  S.  M.— Clapton,  Watchman,  Shir- 
land. 


Afflictions  profitable. 

1  Sweet  fruits  afflictions  bring ; 
Like  those  on  Aaron's  rod ; 

They  bud  and  bloom  divinely  fair, 
Which  proves  them  sent  of  God. 

2  He  takes  the  rod  in  hand, 
With  pity  in  his  heart, 

That  every  stroke  his  children  feel, 
May  quick'ning  grace  impart. 

3  Those  blessings  in  disguise 
Compensate  all  our  pain  : 

Our  losses,  crosses,  groans  and  tears, 
We  count  them  all  but  gain. 


IN  AFFLICTION.  129 

4  Faith  finds  each  promise  sure ; 
Hope  looks  within  the  veil ; 

Love  bears  the  discipline  divine, 
And  cleaves  to  Jesus  still. 

5  Thus  by  the  grace  of  God, 
Our  everlasting  Friend, 

Our  chastisements  and  sorrows  here 
Will  soon  in  glory  end.  Dobell. 

101.  CM.-Remembrance,  Peterborough. 
Joy  in  God. 

1  O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend  j 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dry'd, 
Thy  fullness  is  the  same ; 

9 


130  CONSOLATION 

May  I  -with  this  be  satisfy'd, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 
Who  has  a  fountain  near, 

A  fountain  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  1 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 
But  may  be  found  in  thee  ; 

I  must  have  all  things  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

5  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 
I  triumph  and  adore  ; 

Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

Dr.  Ryland. 


IN  AFFLICTION.  131 


103.    C.   M.—Dunchurch,    Barby,    .Re- 
membrance 

Submission. 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfill 
And  help  me  to  resign 

Life,  health  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasures  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command  "J 
Thy  love  forbids  my  fears  ; 

Why  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  1 

3  No,  let  me  rather  rreeiy  vw.* 
What  most  I  prize  to  thee  : 

Thou  never  hast  a  good  withh«  ^ 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 


YS'Z  CONSOLATION 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Shall  be  my  rich  supply  ; 
What  more  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 

Let  wisdom  still  deny. 

Cowper(S.  Lyr.) 


103.    C.  M.  D.— Retirement,  Riverston. 

«'  They  that  sow  in  tears  shall 
reap  in  joy." 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  hallow'd  peace 

For  those  with  care  oppress'd ; 
When  sighs  and  sorrowing    tears  shall 

And  all  be  hush'd  to  rest.  [cease, 

'Tis  then  the  soul  is  free'd  from  fears 

And  doubts  that  here  annoy ; 
Then  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 


IN  AFFLICTION.  133 

2  There  is  an  hour  of  sweet  repose, 

When  storms  assail  no  more  ; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 

On  that  celestial  shore : 
There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
There  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  eternal  joy. 

Tappan. 

104.  C.  M. — Barby,  Dunchurch,  Dundee. 
The  Request. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise : 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free ; 


134  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end," 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

105.  8's. — Birmingham,  Solitude. 
In  Darkness. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
The  woodlands,  the  fields,  and  the  flow'rs, 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me  ! 
His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  softer  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  can  banish  my  gloom. 

And  bid  all  within  me  rejoice, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  135 

2  Dear  Lord !  if  indeed  thou  art  mine, 

And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song; 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  1 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dull  clouds  from  the  sky. 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  bid  me  soar  upward  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  storms  are  no  more. 
Newton. 

106.  C.  M—  Spring,  Remembrance. 
Spring  Spiritualized. 

1  At  length  the  opening  spring  has  come,  - 
How  joyous  is  the  scene  ! 

The  air  is  fUPd  with  rich  perfume  ; 
The  fields  are  dress'd  in  green. 

2  I  see  my  Savior,  from  on  high, 
Break  through  the  clouds  and  shine  ; 


136  MISCELLANEOUS. 

No  creature  now  more  blest  than  I, 
No  heart  more  glad  than  mine, 

3  Thy  word  bids  all  my  hopes  revive, 
It  overcomes  my  foes ; 

It  makes  my  drooping  graces  thrive, 
And  blossom  like  the  rose. 

4  Thus,  Lord,  a  monument  I  stand 
Of  what  thy  grace  can  do  ; 

Still  guide  me  with  thy  gentle  hand, 
The  changing  seasons  through. 

Newton. 

107.    C.  M.— Chester,  Retirement. 

Name  of  Jesus. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  137 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
It  calms  the  troubled  breast : 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought : 

But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

4  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath : 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


108.  L.M.—Uxbridge,  Quito,  Repose. 

Communion  desired. 

1  O  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 
With  Mary,  at  my  Savior's  feet, 


138  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  view  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  view, 
And  heav'n  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss, 

Oh,  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  1 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 
A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 

When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  the  highest  thoughts  above. 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own  with  deepest  shame, 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me, 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

5  Thus  would  I  live  till  nature  fail, 
And  all  my  former  sins  forsake  ; 

Then  rise  to  God  within  the  veil, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake.— R. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  139 

109.    C.  M.—  Windsor,  Reading,    Con- 
trition. 

Penitence. 

1  O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  cry ; 

Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrows  weeping  eye. 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace 
A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said — return? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail, 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 

O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light. 
Without  one  cheering  ray 


140  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

5  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  : 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

Steele. 


110.   C.  M.—  Dundee,  Barby,  Dunkirk. 
Quickening  Grace. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  ; 

And  light  to  shine  upoD  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy 'd  ! 
How  sweet  their  mein'ry  still !  ■ 

But  they  have  left  a  cheerless  void 
The  world  can  never  filJ. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  141 

3  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

5  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

Cowper.    - 

111.    H.M.—Betkesda,  Weymouth. 

Desiring  the  presence  of  Christ. 

1  Come,  my  Redeemer,  come, 
And  deign  to  dwell  with  me 


142  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O  make  my  heart  thy  home, 
Arid  bid  thy  rivals  flee : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

2  Why  should  the  world  presume 
To  occupy  thy  throne  1 

Come,  and  thy  right  assume — 
I  would  be  thine  alone  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

3  Exert  thy  mighty  power, 
And  banish  all  my  sin  j 

In  this  auspicious  hour, 
Bring  all  thy  graces  in  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

4  Rule  thou  in  every  tnought 
And  passion  of  my  soul, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  143 

Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 
Beneath  thy  full  control ; 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

5  Then  shall  my  days  be  thine, 

And  all  my  heart  be  love, 
And  joy  and  peace  be  mine, 
Such  as  are  known  above  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. — R. 


113.    C.  M.—New  Cambridge,  Peter- 
borough. 

Gospel  Blessings. 

1  Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 

The  Gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  steps  surround. 


144  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 

His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  salvation  gives ; 

Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives.—  Watts. 

113.  S.  M.— Clapton,  St.  Thomas,  Dover. 

Prayer  for  all  Lands. 

1  O  Lord  of  sovereign  grace, 
We  bow  before  thy  throne, 

And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  thy  Son.^ 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  145 

114:.  S.  N.— Clapton,  St.  Thomas,  Dover v 
The  same  subject. 

1  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  j 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word, 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honors  spread, 
And  long  thy  praise  endure, 

Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. —  Watts. 

115.  C.  M.—Ailhlone. 

Prayer  for  a  dying  World. 

1  God  of  the  nations,  bow  thine  ear, 
And  listen  to  our  fervent  prayer. 
Through  thy  beloved  Son : 
10 


146  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Build  up  the  kingdom  of  his  grace 
Amid  the  millions  of  our  race, 

And  make  thy  wonders  known. 

2  Send  forth  the  heralds  in  his  name, 
Bid  them  a  Savior's  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
Till  every  land  shall  hear  the  sound, 
And  send  the  joyful  echoes  round 

Amid  the  shades  of  death. 

3  O  let  the  nations  rise  and  bring 
Their  off 'rings  to  th'  Almighty  King, 

And  trust  in  him  alone  ; 
Renounce  their  idols,  and  adore 
The  God  of  gods  for  evermore, 

Upon  his  lofty  throne. 

4  The  dying  millions  then  shall  prove 
The  matchless  power  of  bleeding  love, 

Ajid  feel  their  sins  forgiv'n ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  l47 

Shall  join  the  convert's  joyful  throng, 
And  raise  on  high  redemption's  song, 
Along  the  path  to  heav'n, 

116.  7's  &  6's. — "  From  Greenland's  Icy 
Mountains." 

Tlie  Storm. 

1  How  fierce  the  lightning  blazes  ! 
I  hear  the  thunder's  roar  ; 

Hark,  how  the  wind  arises, 
While  clouds  their  waters  pour  ! 

But  in  the  Lord  confiding, 
Our  souls  feel  no  alarm, 

For  he  himself  is  riding 
Upon  the  angry  storm. 

2  The  light'nings  are  his  arrows, 
The  thunders  are  his  voice  ; 

Yet  e'en  the  feeblest  sparrows 
May  safe  in  him  rejoice. 


148  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waters, 

Obey  his  sovereign  word  ; 
Let  Zion's  sons  and  daughters 

Adore  th'  Almighty  Lord. 

3  When  lightnings  red  are  streaking, 

A  Father's  arm  is  bared ; 
When  thunders  loud  are  speaking, 

A  Father's  voice  is  heard  : 
The  foes  that  flee  before  him, 

Can  never  feel  his  grace  ; 
While  children  that  adore  him, 

Shall  see  his  smiling  face. 

117.  C.  M.— Reading,  Chester. 
Iiiglit  of  God's  Countenance* 

1  My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights  ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 

And  comfort  of  my  nights. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  149 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

When  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

118.  7's  &  6's. — "  From  Greenland's  Icy 

Mountains." 

Hunan  Frailty.— Psalm  39. 

1  O  what  is  earthly  pleasure, 

Compar'd  with  thy  rich  grace  ! 
Lord,  teach  me  how  to  measure 

The  remnant  of  my  days ; 
How  brief  is  my  existence, 

How  frail  a  thing  is  man  ; 
And  grant  me  thine  assistance, 

This  feeble  life  to  scan, 


150  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  How  soon  the  hours  of  gladness 
That  cheer  us  on  our  way, 

Are  chang'd  to  gloom  and  sadness, 
Or  fill'd  with  deep  dismay ! 

Man,  in  his  best  condition, 
Is  vanity  and  dust ; 

Soon  past  the  fleeting  vision, 
Then  he  gives  up  the  ghost. 

3  Earth's  treasures  quickly  leave  us, 
Its  honors  ne'er  endure  ; 

Its  pleasures  but  deceive  us, 

Its  hopes  are  insecure : 
But  Lord,  while  time  so  fleeting 

Is  fill'd  with  many  a  snare, 
My  soul  on  thee  is  waiting — 

I'll  trust  thy  guardian  care. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  151 

119.  CM. — Remembrance,  New  Cam- 
bridge, Peterborough. 

"  Watch  and  Pray." 

1  The  Savior  bids  us  watch  and  pray, 
Through  life's  brief,  fleeting  hour, 

And  gives  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  ray 
To  those  who  seek  its  power. 

2  The  Savior  bids  us  watch  and  pray, 
Maintain  a  warrior's  strife  ; 

O  Christian  !  bear  his  voice  to-day, 
Obedience  is  your  life. 

3  The  Savior  bids  us  watch  and  pray, 
For  soon  the  hour  will  come 

That  calls  us  froia  the  earth  away, 
To  our  eternal  home. 

4  The  Savior  bids  us  watch  and  pray, 
O  hear  the  Shepherd's  voice  ! 


152  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  follow  where  he  leads  the  way, 
To  heav'n's  eternal  joys. 

130.  S.  M.— St.  Thomas,  Dover,  Watch- 
man. 

The  Christian  Warfare. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 

Renew  it  boldly  day  by  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
Nor  lay  thy  armor  down  ; 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown.— Heath. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  153 

131.      C.    M.— Remembrance,    Peterbo- 
rough. 

A  Birth-day. 

1  Swift  as  the  winged  arrow  flies, 
My  time  is  hast'ning  on  ; 

Quick  as  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 
My  wasting  moments  run, 

2  My  folhes  past,  O  God,  forgive, 
My  every  sin  subdue  ; 

And  teach  me  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  glory  in  my  view. 

3  'T  were  better  I  had  not  been  born, 
Than  live  without  thy  fear ; 

For  thsy  are  wretched  and  forlorn, 
Who  have  their  portion  here. 

4  But  thanks  to  thine  unbounded  grace- 
That  in  my  early  youth, 


154  MISCELLANEOUS. 

I  have  been  taught  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  the  way  of  truth. 

5  O  let  thy  spirit  lead  me  still, 
Along  the  happy  road ; 

Conform  me  10  thy  holy  will, 
My  Father  and  my  God. 

6  Another  year  of  life  is  past ; 
My  heart  to  thee  incline, 

That  if  this  year  should  be  my  last, 
It  may  be  wholly  thine.— Anon. 

133.  L.  M.— Quito,  Luton,  Dukcstreet. 
The  New- Year. 

1  Look  back,  my  soul,  what  hast  thou  done 
Thy  tender  offspring  to  improve? 

What,  through  the  year  whose  course  has 
run. 
To  win  them  to  a  Savior's  love  1 


MISCELLANEOUS.  155 

2  Has  kind  instruction  been  distill'd, 
Frommorning's  dawn  till  evening's  shade? 

Were  hours  of  relaxation  fill'd 
With  usefulness  that  ne'er  betray'd 

3  Has  discipline  held  fast  the  rein, 
With  prudent,  firm,  yet  gentle  hand, 

Those  infant  vices  to  restrain, 
That  sought  thy  counsel  to  withstand? 

4  And  hast  thou  thine  own  weakness  felt, 
Thy  constant  need  of  help  divine? 

And  when  in  secret  thou  hast  knelt, 
Has  faith  declar'd  each  promise  thine  ? 

5  Hast  thou  besought  the  Lord  to  bring     . 
Thy  tender  offspring  to  his  feet  ? 

That  they  might  own  their  Sovereign  King, 
Confessing  that  his  love  is  great? 

6  Hast  felt  that  they  were  not  too  young 
His  pard'ning  mercy  to  receive? 


156  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  mingle  in  the  convert's  song  1 
And  feeling,  could'st  thou  still  believe 

7  Look  back,  my  soul,  impartial  trace 
The  scenes  of  the  departed  year; 

Implore  forgiveness,  seek  for  grace, 
And  heav'n  in  mercy  heed  thy  prayer. 
Mother's  Magazine. 


133.    Tone— "They   have  gone  to  the 
land." 

Education  of  Pious  Youth. 

For  the  last  Thursday  in  February. 

1  Wake,  mothers  of  Israel !   O  hasten  to 

plead 
For  the  Spirit  of  grace  to  descend ; 
The  word  has  gone  forth,  and  the  faithful 

have  need 


MISCELLANEOUS.  157 

Of  your  prayers,  the  great  cause  to  de- 
fend. 
Let  pure  clouds  of  incense  be  wafted  to 
heav'n, 
From  hearts  all  united  in  one, 
That  wisdom  and  grace  to  our  youth  may 
be  giv'n, 
And  strength  for  the  race  they  must  run. 


2  O'er  the  green  hills  of  science,  O  Spirit, 
preside, 
And  send  down  thy  heavenly  show'rs : 
Let  holiest  dews  on  those  tendrils  abide, 

And  moisten  the  germs  and  the  flow'rs. 
Pour  salt  in  these  fountains,  shed  light  on 
these  halls, 
Bid  Shiloh's  pure  waters  be  there, 
Till  the  tide  of  salvation,  surrounding  these 
walls, 
Rolls  high  in  the  breezes  of  prayer. 


158  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  From  the  youth  of  our  country  shall* 
armies  arise, 
The  Gospel  of  peace  to  proclaim ; 
O'er  the  land  and  the  seas  the  glad  mes- 
sage that  flies, 
Shall  re-echo  Immanuel's  name. 
Wake,  mothers  in  Israel,  O  wrestle  and 
pray, 
While  incense  is  wafted  on  high  ; 
For  the  hands  that  in  faith  are  uplifted  to. 
day, 
Shall  prevail  with  the  realms  of  the  sky. 
Mother's  Magazine. 

124.     C.    M.—  Peterborough,  Sarleigh, 
Clarendon. 

Rejoice  witlx  trembling. 

1  I  was  a  groveling  creature  once. 

Fast  cleaving  to  the  earth, 
And  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 

The  clod  that  gave  me  birth. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  159 

2  But  God  has  breath'd  upon  a  worm, 
And  sent  me  from  above, 

Wings,  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form, 
The  wings  of  joy  and  love. 

3  With  these  to  Pisgah's  top  I  fly, 
And  there  delighted  stand, 

To  view  beneath  a  shining  sky, 
The  spacious  promis'd  land. 

4  The  Lord  of  all  the  vast  domain 
Hath  promised  it  to  me  ; 

The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain, 
As  far  as  faith  can  see. 

5  O,  from  this  glorious  privilege, 
Lord,  save  me,  or  I  fall ; 

Standing  upon  the  mountain's  edge, 
To  thee  for  help  I  call. 


160  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Though  much  exalted  in  the  Lord, 

My  strength  is  not  my  own ; 
Then  let  me  lean  upon  his  word, 

And  none  will  cast  me  down. — Cowper. 


135.  C.  M. — Retirement,  Rochester,  Pe- 
terborough. 

The   Host  o«  God  passing  into 
Heaven. 

1  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 
One  church  above,  beneath ; 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

2  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow ; 

Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  161 

3  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 
This  solemn  moment  fly ; 

An-i  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

4  Dear  Savior,  be  our  constant  guide, 
Then,  when  the  word  is  giv'n, 

Bid  death's  cold  stream  and  flood  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heav'n. 

C.  Wesley. 

136.  8's  peculiar. — Solitude. 
Heaven,  desired. 

1  O  lend  me  the  wings  of  a  dove, 

To  fly  from  these  regions  of  wo ; 
My  hopes  and  my  joys  are  above, 

And  thither  my  spirit  would  go. 
I  long  with  my  Savior  to  rest, 

Beyond  the  assault  of  my  foes, 
And  lean  with  a  smile  on  his  breast ; 

No  pillow  car.  yield  such  repose. 


162  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  How  pleas'd  and  how  blest  should  I  be 
To  gaze  on  his  beauteous  face ; 

While  love  and  compassion  to  me 
Lend  every  expression  a  grace  ; 

No  cloud  should  bewilder  my  sight, 
No  sigh  from  my  heart  should  arise ; 

But  fill'd  with  extatic  delight, 
All  tears  should  be  wip'd  from  my  eye. 

3  Ah,  then  I  should  cease  to  offend 
The  Savior  I  love  and  adore  ; 

His  grace,  without  limit  or  end, 
Should  reign  in  my  heart  evermore. 

All  pure  as  the  angels  above, 
Each  thought  should  exult  in  his  name ; 

Each  passion  resign'd  to  his  love, 
With  rapture  his  praise  should  proclaim. 
R 


MISCELLANEOUS.  163 

137.  8'sand7's—  "Happy  Soul,"  Gren- 

ville. 

Joyful  Hope. 

1  Know,  my  soul,  thy  fall  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 

Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  : 
Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  : 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith  and  wing'd  by  prayer  ; 

Heav'n's  eternal  day  's  before  thee  ; 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission  ; 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  : 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Gems. 


164  MISCELLANEOUS. 

138.  8's. — Birmingham,  Bleecker-street. 
Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 

1  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 

O  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Savior,  whom  absent  I  love, 
Whom  not  having  seen  I  adore  ; 

Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  pow'r. 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee  ; 

O  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 
When  array'd  in  thy    lories  I  shine, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  165 

Nor  grieve  any  more  by  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline; 

5  O  then  shall  the  veil  be  remov'd, 
And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  pour'd; 

I  shall  meet  him  whom  absent  I  lov'd, 
Whom  not  having  seen  I  ador'd. 

Cowper. 

139.  S'sand5's. — Salem,  Oakham. 
Joy  in  God. 

1  Rejoice  in  the  Lord, 
Believe  in  his  word, 

Confide  in  his  mercy  and  grace ; 

His  throne  shall  endure, 

His  promise  is  sure  ; 
In  him  shall  the  righteous  have  peace. 

2  Thrice  happy  are  they, 
Who  his  precepts  obey, 


166  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Who  delight  in  the  joy  of  their  God : 

Their  joy  shall  increase, 

And  their  trials  shall  cease, 
As  they  enter  the  heavenly  abode. 

3  What  scenes  will  arise 

As  they  pass  through  the  skies ! 
What  rapture  their  bosoms  will  fill ! 

As  their  harps  they  employ, 

In  the  fullness  of  joy, 
On  the  height  of  some  heavenly  hill. 

S.  Songs. 


130.  7's(six lines)— Nuremburgh, '  Rock 
of  Ages." 

Christ,  the  Rock. 


1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  167 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood 

From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure : 

Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  ner  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone — 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring- 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne  : 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

Toplady. 


168  MISCELLANEOUS. 


131     8's  and  Ts.—Grenville,  "Happy 
Souls." 

Pilgrims. 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently*  lead  us, 
Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  \ 

Through  the  changes  yet  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 

Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  II 

4  And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
'Till,  by  angel  bands  attended; 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

S.  Songs. 


133.  L.  M.— Repose,  Duke-street,  Ux~ 
bridge,  Luton. 

Public  Worship  on  the  Sabbath. 

1  Blest  hour,  when  mortal  man  aspires 
To  hold  communion  with  his  Lord ; 

To  raise  to  heav'n  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hour,  when  earthly  cares  resign 
Their  empire  o'er  the  anxious  breast, 

When  all  whose  hearts  and  voices  join, 
Proclaim  the  holy  day  of  rest. 


170  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Blest  hour,  when  God   himself  draws 

nigh, 
Well  pleas'd  his  people's  voice  to  hear 
To  list  the  penitential  sigh, 
And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour  ;  for  where  the  Lord  resorts, 
Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  giv'n: 

And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts, 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heav'n. 
MS. 

133.    C.  M. — Remembrance,  Peterbo- 
rough, New  Cambridge. 

Meeting  of  Friends. 

1  Come,  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh 

To  great  Jehovah's  name  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  tongues 

When  we  his  love  proclaim. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  171 

2  'Twas  by  his  bidding  we  were  call' 
In  pain  awhile  to  part ; 

'Tis  by  his  care  we  meet  again, 
And  gladness  fills  our  heart. 

3  Blest  be  the  hand  that  has  preserv'd 
Our  feet  from  every  snare ; 

And  blest  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Which  to  this  hour  we  share. 

4  O  may  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  power 
Now  sanctify  our  joy, 

And  warm  our  zeal  in  works  of  love 
Our  talents  to  employ. 

5  Fast,  fast  our  minutes  fly  away, 
Soon  shall  our  wand'rings  cease  ; 

And  with  our  Father  we  shall  dwell, 
A  family  of  peace.— R. 


172  MISCELLANEOUS. 

134:.  7's.—Pley el's  Hymn,  Norwich 
At  parting. 

1  For  a  season  call'd  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend, 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer ; 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 

Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong, 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain, 

And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
'Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 

4  Then  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 
Songs  of  gladness  shall  be  reared ; 

And  our  souls  should  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  our  poor  petitions  heard. 

Newton. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  173 


135.  C.  L.  M.— "  The  Adieu,"  or,  "Go 
watch  and  pray." 

Parting  -with  Friends. 

1  To  thee,  when  call'd  awhile  to  part, 
With  friends  or  kindred  dear ; 

To  thee  we  raise  each  drooping  heart, 

And  tell  each  rising  fear : 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  ever  nigh, 
To  hear  thy  children  when  they  cry. 

2  The  Lord  in  mercy  condescends 
To  those  who  ask  his  love  ; 

Calls  them  his  children  and  his  friends, 

And  writes  their  names  above  : 
His  bending  ear,  his  smiling  face, 
Are  present  at  the  throne  of  grace. 


174  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  As  children  of  a  Father's  care. 
Thy  blessing  we  implore ; 

As  friends  of  Jesus,  we  would  share 

Thy  presence  evermore  : 
'Tis  this  alone  can  cheer  the  soul, 
And  every  rising  grief  control. 

4  If  thou  art  with  us  when  we  part 
With  friends  or  kindred  dear, 

To  fill  with  joy  each  drooping  heart. 

And  banish  every  fear  ! 
How  easy  then  to  bid  adieu, 
For  Jesus  smiles,  and  heav'n  is  true. 

S.  Songs. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  175 

136.    S.M.—  Watchman,  Shirland. 
Christian  Fellowship. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Oar  hearts  in  Christian  love ; 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one. 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear, 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 


176  MISCELLANEOUS. 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

FawcetL 


137.    8's,  7'sand4's.— Grenville,  Dis 
mission. 

Dismission. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace 


MISCELLANEOUS.  177 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace : 

O  refresh  us 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay ; 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

Anon. 
12 


178  MISCELLANEOUS. 

138.  C.  M—  Dundee,  Windsor,  Chester : 
Penitence  and  Hope. 

1  Dear  Savior,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

Low  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  O,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
The  penitential  sigh, 

Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

3  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

And  grateful  own  how  kind,  .how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

Steele. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  179 

139.  C.  M.— Retirement,  Chester,  Barby. 
IiOve  to  Christ  desired. 

1  Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 
Whom  I  unseen  adore, 

Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines ; 
But  in  thy  sacred  word  • 

1  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

2  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 

Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  breast  supplies. 

4  But  ah  !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 
Is  clouded  o'er  witft pain ; 


180  MISCELLANEOUS. 

My  gloomy  fears  rise  daxk  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 
O  come  with  blissful  ray, 

Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 

But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

Steele. 


14:0.   8's.— Solitude ,  Bleecker-street. 
A  Missionary's  Death. 

1  Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 
To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky ; 

Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends, 
With  the  worshipping  chorus  on  high. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  181 

2  Weep  not  for  the  spirit  now  crown'd 
With  the  garland  to  martyrdom  giv'n, 

O  weep  not  for  him,  he  has  found 
His  reward  and  his  refuge  in  heav'n. 

3  But  weep  for  their  sorrows,  who  stand 
And  lament  o'er  the  dead  by  his  grave ! 

Who  sigh  when  they  muse  on  the  land 
Of  their  home,  far  away  o'er  the  wave— 

4  And  weep  for  the  nations  that  dwell 
Where  the  light  of  the  truth  never  shone; 

Where  anthems  of  peace  never  swell, 
And  the  love  of  the  Lamb  is  unknown. 
Anon. 

141.    CM.— Dunchurch,   Retirement. 

1  While  here  I  sit 
At  Jesus's  feet, 
Amid  the  vale  of  tears : 


182  MISCELLANEOUS. 

I'll  trust  his  grace, 
And  sing  his  praise, 
Nor  yield  to  doubts  and  fears. 

2  And  can  it  be 
That  I  shall  see 

My  Savior  face  to  face  1 

For  ever  prove 

His  boundless  love, 
And  endless  anthems  raise  1 

3  The  thought  shall  still 
My  musings  fill, 

By  cares  and  sorrows  prest ; 

The  blessed  hope 

Shall  lift  me  up — 
The  hope  of  endless  rest. 

4  When  God  appears 
To  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  pilgrim's  eye. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  183 

What  tongue  can  tell 
The  joys  they'll  feel 
Throughout  eternity ! 

S.  Songs. 


142.  7's.— PleyeVsHymn,  German  Air. 
Public  "Worship  on  the  Sabbath. 

1  Soft  and  holy  rs  the  place 

Where  the  light  that  beams  from  heav'n, 

Shows  the  Savior's  smiling  face, 
With  the  joy  of  sin  forgiv'n. 

2  There  with  one  accord  we  meet, 
All  the  words  of  life  to  hear. 

Bending  low  at  Jesus's  feet, 
Worshipping  with  godly  fear. 

3  Let  the  world  and  all  its  cares, 
Now  retire  from  every  breast ; , 


184  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Let  the  tempter  and  his  snares, 
Cease  to  hinder  cfr  molest. 

4  Precious  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 
Fairest  type  of  heaven  above, 

Purest  joy  thy  scenes  afford 
To  the  heart  that's  tun'd  to  love. 

S.  Songs. 

143.    L.  M. — Quito,  Repose,  Luton. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord ! 

1  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Whness'd  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  185 

The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern :  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts. 


144.  8's. — Solitude,  Birmingham. 
Looking  to  Chxist. 

1  Dear  Savior,  ajtend  to  my  prayer, 

That  seeks  for  relief  in  a  sigh ; 
Fain  would  I  deposit  my  care, 

On  "the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I." 
My  fears  and  my  sorrows  abound ; 

The  storm  of  affliction  runs  high ; 
And  safety  alone  can  be  found 

In  "  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.' 


186  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  My  foes  have  encircled  my  way; 
Unable  to  stand  or  to  fly, 

I  look  with  distress  and  dismay 
To  "  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I." 

My  sins  and  transgressions  appear, 
And  tell  me  that  vengeance  is  nigh ; 

O  hide  me  from  all  that  I  fear, 
In  "  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I." 

3  Perplex'd,  overwhelm'd,  and  oppress'd, 
I  scarcely  can  utter  a  cry  : 

Dear  Savior !  come,  lead  me  to  rest 
On  "  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I." 

Then  I'll  smile  in  the  midst  of  my  woes, 
And  cast  a  fond  look  to  the  sky, 

And  shout  with  my  foot  on  my  foes, 
To  "the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I." 
R. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  187 

145.    C.  M.— Dundee,  Windsor. 
A  Iiook  from  the  Cross. 

1  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood, 

Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  Alas,  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
But  ail  my  tears  were  vain  ; 

Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

I  freely  all  forgive ; 


188  MISCELLANEOUS. 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live. 

5  "  Thus  while  my  death  tny  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 

It  seals  thy  pardon  too  !" 

Newton. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


DOXOIiOGIES. 


L.M.— No.  1. 


189 


To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

L.  M-— No.  2. 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

CM. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

Your  grateful  voices  raise  ; 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 

Ascribe  immortal  praise. 


190  DOXOLOGIES. 

C.  M.— Double. 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 

And  new-creating  breath : 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all-divine ; 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

S.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 

Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

7's. 

To  the  Father,  to  the  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  three  in  one. 
Let  the  highest  praise  be  giv'n 
By  the  sons  of  earth  and  heav'n. 


DOXOLOGIES.  191 

H.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  che  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing. 
While  faith  adores 

S's  and  7's. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Savior, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love. 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  .' 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  caiuiot  afford. 


192  DOXOLOGIES. 

8»s,  7's  and  4's. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  join'd  in  glory, 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  three  in  one. 

7's  and  6's. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Eternal  praise  be  giv'n, 
By  all  that  earth  inherit, 

And  all  that  dwell  in  heav'n : 
Thou  triune  God  !  before  thee 

Our  inmost  souls  adore : 
Who  art  and  hast  been  worthy, 

And  shalt  be  evermore. 


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